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The Rose by Bette Middler
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| 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 a
chance. |
| It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to
give. |
| And the soul, afraid of dyin', 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
snows, |
| Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring
becomes The Rose. |