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D There is a rose in Spanish Harlem D A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem G It is a special one, its never seen in the sun It only comes up when the moon is on the run D And all the stars are gleaming A Its growing in the street right up through the concrete D But soft and sound in pale moon There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul And start a fire there and I lose control I have to beg your pardon A7 I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows D In my garden
Written by Jerry Leiber/Phil Spector
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