the rose
Bette Midler
[これは 2011/02/28 23:52:18 +0900 の版です。最新版はこちらです。]Some say Clove, it is a Griver,
That Fdrowns the Gtender Creed
Some say Clove, it is a Grazor,
That Fleaves your Gsoul to Cbleed
Some say Emlove it is a Amhunger,
An Fendless acheing Gneed
I say Clove it is a Gflower and
FYou its Gonly Cseed
It's the Cheart afraid of Gbreaking
That Fnever Glearns to Cdance
It's the Cdream afraid of Gwaking
That Fnever Gtakes a Cchance
It's the Emone, who won't be Amtaken
Who Fcannot seem to Ggive
And the Csoul afraid of Gdying
FThat never Glearns to Clive
When the Cnight has been too Glonely
And the Froad has Gbeen too Clong
And you Cfeel that love is Gonly
For the Flucky Gand the Cstrong
Just Emremember in the Amwinter
Far Fbeneath the bitter Gsus4snow
Lies the Cseed that with the Gsun's love,
In the Fspring Gbecomes the Crose