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 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 a chance.
it's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
and the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
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