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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Joan Baez - The Rose (Viareggio, Italy, 1984)





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 need

I say love 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 can not 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 snow lies the seed
That with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

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