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They me The but my name was Elisa Day
Why they 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 of the roses grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and a careful 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 her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing 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 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 planted a between her
Why they 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 of the roses grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and a careful 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 her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing 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 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 planted a between her
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