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call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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
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 word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the 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 and planted a between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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
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 word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the 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 and planted a between her teeth
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