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The Rose

C dur

Some say love, it is a river, 
that drowns a tender reef. 
Some say love, it is a razor, 
that leeds a 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 soul, afraid of dreaming, 
that never learns to dance. 
It's the soul, 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. 

When 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 snows 
Lies the seed that with the sun's love 
in the spring becomes the Rose.