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The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor,
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And You its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
Who can not seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

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 that in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with a sun's love,
In the spring becomes...the rose

~ lyrics by Amanda McBroom ~

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