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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
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 only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream of waking
that takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the of dyin'
that never learns to live
When the has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
in the winter
far the bitter snows
the seed that the sun's love
in the spring becomes the
That drowns the tender reed
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 only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream of waking
that takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the of dyin'
that never learns to live
When the has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
in the winter
far the bitter snows
the seed that the sun's love
in the spring becomes the
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