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Some say love -
It is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love -
It is a razer that leaves your soul to blead

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 the 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 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.

- Bette Midler, "The Rose"


mediocre melody. her words save the song.