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| Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed |
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| 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, It�s 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, the one who can't seem to give |
| And the soul afraid of dying, 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 snow |
| Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose. |
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| Ever wonder why things happened the way they did? Ever wonder why God let something happen to you? Ever feel like crying out "Why God?" Here are some answers that may help. |
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