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Not the key that it is originally played in. But it's easier for me to sing this way.
GSome say love, it is a Driver
that Cdrowns the tender Greed.
GSome say love, it is a Drazor
that Cleaves your soul to Gbleed.
Some say Dlove, it is a Chunger,
an Amendless aching Dneed.
I say Glove, it is a Dflower,
and Cyou it's only Dseed.
It's the Gheart afraid of Dbreaking
that Cnever learns to Gdance.
It's the Gdream afraid of Dwaking
that Cnever takes the Gchance.
It's the Done who won't be Ctaken,
who Amcannot seem to Dgive,
and the Gsoul afraid of Ddyin'
that Cnever learns to Glive.
When the Gnight has been too Dlonely
and the Croad has been to Glong,
and you Gthink that love is Donly
for the Clucky and the Gstrong,
just Dremember in the Cwinter
far Ambeneath the bitter Dsnows
lies the Gseed that with the Dsun's love
in the Cspring becomes the Grose
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