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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the that went down my face
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not 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 last thing I heard 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 roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I down and planted a rose between her
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the that went down my face
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not 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 last thing I heard 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 roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I down and planted a rose between her
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