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