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Its the one who wont 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 suns/
love in the spring becomes the rose/
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