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There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up
in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one
it's never
seen the sun
It only comes out
when the moon
is on the run
And all the stars
are gleaming
It's growing
in the street
right up through
the concrete
But soft and sweet
and dreamin
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up
in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black
as coal that looks
down in my soul
And starts
a fire there
and then
I lose control
I have to beg
your pardon
I'm going to pick
that rose
and watch her
as she grows
in my garden
I'm going to pick
that rose
and watch her
as she grows
in my garden
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