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THE ROSE

THE ROSE




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 needI 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 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

And 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 in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love,
.In the spring, becomes a rose

LeAnn Rimes

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