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