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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 Elisa Day
the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know 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 know the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with 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 show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The 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 took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her 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 a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know 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 know the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with 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 show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The 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 took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her 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 a rose between her teeth
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