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me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that went down my face
They call me The but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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 me to the river
He me the and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word 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 as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that went down my face
They call me The but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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 me to the river
He me the and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word 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 as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a between her teeth
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