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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more 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 with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the will you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more 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 with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the will you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I down and planted a rose between her teeth
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