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There's a rose in Black and Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it never sees the sun
It only comes up when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
He's growing in the street, right up through the concrete
But soft, sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And start a fire there and then he loses control
I'm gonna beg his pardon, yeah
He's going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In his garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And start a fire there and then he loses control
But I'm gonna beg his pardon
He's going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In his garden

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