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Some say
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love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
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Some say
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love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
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Some say
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Love, it is a hunger and an endless aching need.
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I say love it is a flower
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and you it's only seed.
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It's the heart, afraid of breaking
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that never learns to dance.
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It's the dream afraid of waking
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that never takes the chance.
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It's the one who won't be taken
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who cannot seem to give.
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and the soul afraid of dying
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that never learns to live.
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When the night has been too lonely
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and the road has been too long
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and you think that love is only
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for the lucky and the strong,
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Just remember in the winter
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far beneath the bitter snows
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Lies the seed that with the sun's love
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in the spring becomes the rose.
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Rose
Bette Midler



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