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♥ Monday, March 07, 2005

hmmp i dum really listen to english song all my friend noe tat, unless is i happent hear it or is my friend intro...den this song was sing by: Bette Middler, e song name was: The Rose, was i watch e vcd of "qia wei zi lian". It not onli e Show is nice even every of e song is nice...is nt easy to choose a song tat is nice to put into e show to make e show even more nice to watch...as wat i study did tat b4 is really nt easy ah, gt to do alot of hm wk de...hmm thur i nt able let ur listen e song bt may be u can read abt e Lyrice to find hw sweet n nice is tis song...if u really wanna listen when i online can gt frm me lol...

The Rose

Some say love it is the 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 hungeran 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 winterfar beneath the bitter snowslies
the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.....

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3/07/2005 11:13:00 PM