Spanish harlem

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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 gleamin' (I'm gonna pick that rose...)
Love is growing in the street, right through the concrete,
Right through the concrete,
Right through the concrete,
Soft 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, he looks down in my soul,
And starts a fire there, and then I lose control...
I have to beg your pardon (I'm gonna pick that rose)
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch him as he grows in my garden...

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)
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