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