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me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my 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 colour of the that down the river, all and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful 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 with a single 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 you follow?'
call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my 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 colour of the that down the river, all and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful 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 with a single 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 you follow?'
call me The Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I down and planted a rose between her teeth
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