δεξψ ςοφδεξιρ ξιλα λεκχα
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ξΙΛ λΕΚΧ
Where the wild Roses grow
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woman: they 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 
man:  from the first day i saw her i knew she was the one 
      as she stared in my eyes and smiled 
      for her lips were the colors of the roses 
      that grew down the river, all bloody and wild 
woman: when he knocked at my door and entered the room 
      my trembling subsided in his sure embrace 
      he would be my first man, and with a careful hand 
      he wiped at the tears that ran down my face 
man: on the second day i brought her a flower 
      she was more beautiful than any woman i'd seen 
      i said "do you know where the wild roses grow 
      so sweet and scarlet and free?" 
woman: on the third day he took me to the river 
      he showed me the roses and we kissed 
      and the last thing i heard was a muttered word 
      as he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist 
man:  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 kissed her goodbye, i said "all beauty must die" 
      and lent down and plented a rose between her teeth.