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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second 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 Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the wild roses 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 rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second 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 Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the wild roses 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 rose between her teeth
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