Marie! Marie! It's you that I see.
How lovely, how lovely thou are to me.
Under grey skies or over harsh seas;
still lovely, so lovely thout are to me.

Forever apart, never to meet.
This sorrow consumes me, my misery complete.
Ever to hold that which is not there,
within my arms - empty and bare.

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