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Some say love it is a river
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That drowns the tender reed
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Some say love it is a razor
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That leaves your soul to bleed
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Some say love it is a hunger
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And endless aching need
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I say love it is a flower
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And you its only seed
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It's the heart, afraid of breaking
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That never learns to dance
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It's the dream, afraid of waking
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That never takes the chance
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