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it is a river »ç¶ûÀº°À̶óÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
that drowns the tender reed ¿¬¾àÇÑ°¥´ë¸¦Áý¾î»ïÅ°´Â...
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that leaves ´ç½ÅÀÇ¿µÈ¥À»
your soul to bleed ÇÇÈ긮°Ô»óó³»´Â...
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it is a hunger,¹è°íÇÄ°úµµ°°´Ù°íÇÏÁÒ
an endless aching need ³¡¾øÀÌä¿öÁöÁö¾Ê´Â°¥¸Á°ú°°´Ù°í
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It¡¯s the heart,°¡½¿Àº...
afraid of breaking,»óó¹Þ´Â°ÉµÎ·Á¿öÇÑ´Ù¸é
that never learns to danceÀý´ëÃãÃߴ°ɹè¿ìÁö¸øÇØ¿ä
it¡¯s the dream, ±ú¾î³¯°ÍÀ»µÎ·Á¿öÇϸé¼
afraid of waking,²Þ²Û´Ù¸é..
that never takes the chance°áÄÚ±âȸ¸¦ÀâÀ»¼öµµ¾øÁÒ
it¡¯s the one ÀÚ½ÅÀ»...
who won¡¯t be taken,°áÄÚ³»ÁÖÁö¾ÊÀ¸·ÁÇÑ´Ù¸é...
who cannot seem to give±×¹«¾ùµµ³»ÁÖÁö¸øÇÒ°ÍÀÌ°í...
and the soul, afraid of dyin¡¯,Á×À½À»µÎ·Á¿öÇϴ¿µÈ¥Àº
that never learns to love Àý´ë»ç´Â¹ýÀ»¹è¿ìÁö¸øÇÕ´Ï´Ù
When the night ¹ãÀÌ...
has been too lonely,³Ê¹«³ª¿Ü·Ó°í..
and the road °¡¾ßÇÒ±æÀº
has been too long ³Ê¹«³ª¸Ö°Ô¸¸º¸À϶§...
and you think ´ç½ÅÀº»ý°¢ÇÏ°ÚÁÒ..
that love is only »ç¶ûÀ̶õ°Ç±×Àú..
for the lucky ¿îÁÁ°í
and the strong °ÇÑÀ̵鸸ÀÌÇϴ°ÍÀ̶ó°í...