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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 cannot 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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azucarinhoazucarinho    Thu, 19/12/2013 - 15:30

2nd stanza last line: it's should read its !! :)

Remember!! it's is a contraction of it is or it has . . .