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