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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say it is a river
That the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never 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 been too long
and you love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that the sun's love
in the becomes the
That the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never 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 been too long
and you love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that the sun's love
in the becomes the
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