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