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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say love it is a river
That the tender reed
say it is a razor
leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an aching need
I say it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
never learns to live
When the night has too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the and the strong
remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
That the tender reed
say it is a razor
leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an aching need
I say it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
never learns to live
When the night has too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the and the strong
remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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