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