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call me The Wild but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the colour of the roses that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was 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 grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the will you follow?'
They call me The Rose 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 took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild 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 planted a between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the colour of the roses that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was 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 grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the will you follow?'
They call me The Rose 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 took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild 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 planted a between her teeth
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