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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
he on my door and entered the room
My in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
call me The Wild but my was Elisa Day
Why they call 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 the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
'Will you me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name 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 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 lent down and planted a rose between her
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
he on my door and entered the room
My in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
call me The Wild but my was Elisa Day
Why they call 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 the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
'Will you me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name 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 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 lent down and planted a rose between her
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