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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my 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 sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
'Will you give me and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they 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 word as he 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and a rose her teeth
Why they me it I do not for my name was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my 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 sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
'Will you give me and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they 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 word as he 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and a rose her teeth
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