Condolence and Words of Hope
Songs--The Rose
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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,
and 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 a 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 had been too lonely,
and the road has been to long,
And 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.
The background used is My Sweet Rose, by J. W. Waterhouse
 Last updated April 3, 1998
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