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