At Easter or mid-Lent
When I am released
When I have finished my sentence
Ah that I will go and kiss you
In our English garden
br/>The roses must have bloomed again
If you took some to my mother
It would make me very happy
Marie, Marie,
Write more often
Marie, Marie
At fourteen thousand two hundred
I work in the library
I invent a good time
I have all the poets as friends
Beaudelaire, Chateaubrilland
For us here whatever we think
They are really very nice
We have dessert on Sunday and fish on Friday
Marie, Marie
Write more often
Mary, Mary
At fourteen thousand two hundred
At Easter or at mid-Lent
The time will come again
When you can say I love you
At fourteen thousand two hundred.

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