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'
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There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
that look 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 ros
and watch her as
she grows in my garden
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I'm going to pick that rose
and watch her as
she grows in my garden
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
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in Spanish Harlem
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