"Spanish Harlem"
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
It`s growing in the street right up through the concrete
It`s soft and sweet and dreamin
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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