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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say love it is a river
That drowns the reed
Some say love it is a razor
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 never learns to dance
It's the of waking
that never takes 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 been too lonely
and the has too long
and you think that is only
for the lucky and the strong
in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
That drowns the reed
Some say love it is a razor
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 never learns to dance
It's the of waking
that never takes 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 been too lonely
and the has too long
and you think that is only
for the lucky and the strong
in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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