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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say it is a river
That the tender reed
Some say it is a razor
that your soul to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the afraid of waking
that the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that 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 that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
That the tender reed
Some say it is a razor
that your soul to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the afraid of waking
that the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that 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 that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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