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