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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, 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.