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