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Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower
and you its 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.

  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.

words and music by Amanda McBroomb