| 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 |