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call me The but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the 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 bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the that went down my face
me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild so sweet and 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 call me it I do not for my name 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 heard was a muttered as he 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 down and a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the 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 bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the that went down my face
me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild so sweet and 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 call me it I do not for my name 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 heard was a muttered as he 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 down and a rose between her teeth
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