| Hello little Martha
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| There you stand with the stems of the roses still in your hand
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| The seasons of time
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| The weather, your face, you little Martha, there’s no disgrace
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| So now little Martha, here you live
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| You’re just 12 years old, have no time to play
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| The sun don’t arise when you’re not in my eyes
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| Not a day goes by without you
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| Even though you’re looking down on me
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| Tell me angel, will you remember me?
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| Oh little Martha, as I stand at your feet
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| Now while I stand here feeling so sad
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| Because we both know the good times we had
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| So now little Martha, here you live
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| Your life is all gone, no time to play, oh
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| The sun don’t arise when you’re not in my eyes
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| Not a day goes by without you
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| Even though you’re looking down on me
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| Tell me angel
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| The sun don’t arise when you’re not in my eyes
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| Not a day goes by without you
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| Even though you’re looking down on me
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| Tell me angel, will you remember me?
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| Oh little Martha |