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