Don't let the fear of losing, stop you from playing the game
It is the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learnes to dance.
It is the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance.
It is the one, who will not 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 snows,
lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
that never learnes to dance.
It is the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance.
It is the one, who will not 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 snows,
lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
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