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Some say Dlove it is a A7river
That dGrowns the tAender Dreed
Some Dsay love it is aA7 razor
That leGaves your Asoul to bDleed
Some say Dlove it is a Ghunger
An eGndless aching nAeed
I saDy love it is a A7flower
And Gyou it's Aonly Dseed
It's theD heart afraid of bGreaking
That Gnever learns to Adance
It's Dthe dream afraid of waGking that never takes the cAhance
ItA's the oDne who won't be tAaken
Who cAannot seem to giDve
And the sDoul afraid of dA7ying that nevGer learns to lDive
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes the rose