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call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the that grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They me The Wild but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled 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 you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock 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 told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the that grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They me The Wild but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled 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 you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock 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 told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
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