Spanish Harlem Lyrics

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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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