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