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