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Marcie in a coat of flowers |
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Steps inside a candy store |
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Reds are sweet and greens are sour |
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Still no letter at her door |
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So she'll wash her flower curtains |
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Hang them in the wind to dry |
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Dust her tables with his shirt and |
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Wave another day goodbye |
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Marcie's faucet needs a plumber |
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Marcie's sorrow needs a man |
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Red is autumn green is summer |
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Greens are turning and the sand |
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All along the ocean beaches |
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Stares up empty at the sky |
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Marcie buys a bag of peaches |
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Stops a postman passing by |
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And summer goes |
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Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper |
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Winter blows |
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Up from the river there's no one to take her |
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To the sea |
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Marcie dresses warm its snowing |
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Takes a yellow cab uptown |
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Red is stop and green's for going |
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Sees a show and rides back down |
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Down along the Hudson River |
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Past the shipyards in the cold |
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Still no letter's been delivered |
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Still the winter days unfold |
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Like magazines |
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Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars |
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Make a dream |
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Dream back to summer and hear how |
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he tells her |
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Wait for me |
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Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us |
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Where or why she moved away |
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Red is angry green is jealous |
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That was all she had to say |
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Someone thought they saw her Sunday |
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Window shopping in the rain |
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Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket |
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And went west again |