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They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
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 grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My in his sure 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 Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your 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 but my was Elisa Day
Why 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 roses and we kissed
And the last thing I 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 beauty must die'
And I lent down and a rose between her teeth
Why call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
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 grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My in his sure 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 Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your 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 but my was Elisa Day
Why 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 roses and we kissed
And the last thing I 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 beauty must die'
And I lent down and a rose between her teeth
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