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