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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,
That you
think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed,
that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the Rose.
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