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