the rose


THE ROSE



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, itís only seed
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Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who wonít be taken, the one who canít seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
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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 that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sunís love in the spring becomes the rose.
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Bette Midler - Conway Twitty

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Sidan gjord september 2005 av Ingegerd
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