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 gleaming
 Love's growing in the street right
 And through the concrete, and through the concrete
 And through the concrete, soft and dreamin'
 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 going to pick that rose
 And watch his as she grows in my garden
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