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