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They 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 were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he up the tears went my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful 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 with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the you follow?'
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why 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 and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he above me a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the 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 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 were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he up the tears went my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful 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 with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the you follow?'
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why 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 and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he above me a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the 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 teeth
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