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call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my 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 were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why me it I do not know for my 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 grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with 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 show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered word 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 as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a between her teeth
Why me it I do not know for my 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 were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why me it I do not know for my 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 grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with 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 show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered word 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 as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a between her teeth
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