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| Some say love ... it is a river |
| that drowns the tender reed |
| Some say love ... it is a razor |
| that leads 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. |
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| It's the heart afraid of breaking |
| that never learns to dance |
| It's the dream afraid of waking |
| that never takes a 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. |
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| When the night has been too lonely |
| and the road has been too long |
| And you find 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 |
| the rose. |
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| from the film |
| as performed by Bette Midler |
| words by Amanda McBroom |
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