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The Rose 
Medium
by Bette Midler
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Some say love it is a river
drowns the tender reed
say love it is a razor
that leaves soul to bleed
Some say it is a hunger
an aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that 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 to give
and the soul of dyin'
learns to live
When the night has too lonely
and the road has too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the snows
the seed that with the sun's love
in the becomes the rose
drowns the tender reed
say love it is a razor
that leaves soul to bleed
Some say it is a hunger
an aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that 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 to give
and the soul of dyin'
learns to live
When the night has too lonely
and the road has too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just in the winter
far beneath the snows
the seed that with the sun's love
in the becomes the rose
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