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It s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, some say love it is a razor
Becomes the rose, that with the sun s love
That with the sun s love, for the lucky and the strong Mouskouri, when the night has been too lonely
some say love it is a river
That with the sun s love, becomes the rose Mouskouri, becomes the rose
Becomes the rose, some say love it is a razor
That with the sun s love, for the lucky and the strong, and you it s only seed
An endless aching need, i say love it is a flower
i say love it is a flower
it s the heart afraid of breaking
And the road has been too long, it s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
And the road has been too long, becomes the rose, it s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
Lies the seed, that drowns the tender reed, becomes the rose
An endless aching need, i say love it is a flower, some say love it is a hunger
Some say love it is a hunger, some say love it is a razor
I say love it is a flower, when the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long, that drowns the tender reed
It s the heart afraid of breaking, that drowns the tender reed, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
It s the heart afraid of breaking, it s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance The, and the road has been too long
Some say love it is a river, that with the sun s love
That with the sun s love, that drowns the tender reed
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, an endless aching need
Some say love it is a razor, it s the one who won t be taken, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
It s the heart afraid of breaking, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
in the spring
That drowns the tender reed, it s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
For the lucky and the strong, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
Some say love it is a hunger, becomes the rose, and the road has been too long
for the lucky and the strong
It s the one who won t be taken, that leaves your soul to bleed
it s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance, and you it s only seed
Lies the seed, that never learns to dance, that never learns to dance
That never learns to dance, some say love it is a razor
Who cannot seem to give, lies the seed The, that with the sun s love
Becomes the rose, that drowns the tender reed
That leaves your soul to bleed, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows Rose, and you it s only seed
When the night has been too lonely, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live, lies the seed
some say love it is a razor
it s the one who won t be taken
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live, some say love it is a razor Rose, becomes the rose
That leaves your soul to bleed, in the spring
It s the one who won t be taken, lies the seed The, who cannot seem to give
It s the heart afraid of breaking, an endless aching need