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Edwin..


Free Account, Birkenhard bei Biberach/Riß

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 andless aching nee.
I say love it is a flower and you it’s only seed.
It’s heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of breaking that never the chance.
It’s the one that won’t be taken who cannot seem to
Give and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
When the night has been to lonley an the road been to long
And you think that love is only for the winter far beneath the snow
Lies the seed that with the suns love
Just in the spring sure becomes a rose.

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