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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 love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the heart of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that learns to live
the night has too lonely
and the has too long
and you that love is only
for the and the strong
Just in the winter
far the bitter snows
lies the seed with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
That the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
say love it is a hunger
an need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the heart of breaking
that never to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that learns to live
the night has too lonely
and the has too long
and you that love is only
for the and the strong
Just in the winter
far the bitter snows
lies the seed with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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