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They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that down my face
call me The Wild 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 where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled 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 you the 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 Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he knelt me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that down my face
call me The Wild 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 where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled 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 you the 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 Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he knelt me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
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