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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
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the afraid of breaking
that never 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 of dyin'
that never to live
the night has been too lonely
and the road has too long
and you think love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the afraid of breaking
that never 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 of dyin'
that never to live
the night has been too lonely
and the road has too long
and you think love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the
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