A fairy tale; no more and no less.

SWEET MARIE
Spring 1982, Bryn Mawr PA

Sweet Marie, though my eyes no longer see you
    You're so much closer to me...
Precious one, though your ears won't hear me tell you
    I think you know what I mean...

    I can remember your beauty; you've heard me play my guitar
    Though we've lost something, we've gained so much more
        I love you, love...
        I love you

    I can remember your beauty; you've heard me play my guitar
    Though we've lost something, we've gained so much more
        I love you, love...
        I love you

Sweet Marie, as my hands reach out to hold you
    I know you'll always be there
Sweet Marie, you don't need your voice to tell me
        I love you, love...
        I love you


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