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The Rose

LeAnn Rimes

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 its 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.

And 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 snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes a rose.

YouTube: LeAnn Rimes (and here); Bette Midler (and here).
Also: Janis Joplin.

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