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