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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
that 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 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 to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live
the has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the becomes the rose
That drowns the reed
Some say love it is a razor
that 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 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 to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live
the has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the becomes the rose
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