La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
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It is a special one, it’s never seen the sun
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It only comes out when the moon is on the run
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And all the stars are gleamin’
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Love is growing in the street, right through the concrete,
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right through the concrete, right through the concrete
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Soft and dreamin’
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
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With eyes as black as coal, he looks down in my soul
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And starts a fire there and then I lose control
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I have beg your pardon
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I’m goin’ to pick that rose and watch him as he grows
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in my garden
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la , la-la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la
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La-la-la
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Spanish Harlem
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| Laura Nyro |
