The Rose
Bette Midler
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(draw lines under the SEVEN relative clauses)

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to ____________. 
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
And you its only ____________. 

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the ____________, 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, ____________ of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too ____________ 
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 ____________ snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes 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 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.

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

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