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 THE ROSE.          Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river 

 That drowns the tender reed 

 Some say love, it is a razor 

 That leaves your soul to bleed 

 Some say love, it is a hunger 

 An endless aching need 

 I say love, it is a flower 

And you, it’s only seed


It's the heart, afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul, afraid of dying

That never learns to live

When the night 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 remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed

That with the sun's love, in the spring

Becomes the rose's

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