CAJSA VICTORIA BORGSTRÖM

Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need

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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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