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They me The but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was 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 colour of the roses down the river, all bloody and wild
he on my door and the room
My subsided 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 was Day
Why me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they me it I do not know for my name was 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 colour of the roses down the river, all bloody and wild
he on my door and the room
My subsided 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 was Day
Why me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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