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