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They call me The but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her were the 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 first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you the wild roses 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 will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the I heard was a muttered word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her were the 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 first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you the wild roses 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 will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the I heard was a muttered word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
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