Some say love
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it is a river that drowns the tender reed
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Some say love
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it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
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Some say love
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it is a hunger and an endless aching need
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I say love
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it is a flower 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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The Rose (¿µÈ 'The Rose'»ðÀÔ°î)
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| Bette Midler |
