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The Rose
by
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.
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