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Nov 2019
Sweet Marie a lover of mine
oh well she died
I didn't,I never cried.
Sweet Marie,oh was so sweet
I wished,why did we meet.
Sleeping alone has its desire
sweet Marie died,then she caught fire.
I got her ashes in a urn
Love is for idiots when do we learn.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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   Faizel Farzee and Bogdan Dragos
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