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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
say love it is a razor
that leaves 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 afraid of breaking
never learns to dance
It's the afraid of waking
that never the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul of dyin'
that learns to live
When the has too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that is only
for the and the strong
remember in the winter
far the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
That the tender reed
say love it is a razor
that leaves 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 afraid of breaking
never learns to dance
It's the afraid of waking
that never the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul of dyin'
that learns to live
When the has too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that is only
for the and the strong
remember in the winter
far the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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