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me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her the colour of the roses grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a between her
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her the colour of the roses grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a between her
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