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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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say it is a river
drowns the reed
Some say love it is a razor
leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the afraid of breaking
that to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has 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 with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
drowns the reed
Some say love it is a razor
leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the afraid of breaking
that to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has 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 with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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