MARIE

In a land where the sun’s always shining,             

On an isle where young hearts should be free,

In a hut made of grass waits a lady,                

Who’s wet tears make the salt of the sea.          

In my youth I once sailed to the islands,             

Met a girl who I knew as Marie.                              

We embraced, two young hearts, filled with passion—  

Then I left, but she still waits for me.                          

How I long to return to the islands!

How I’d love to go back to the sea,

To a place from my past and the passion

I once shared with my lovely Marie.

In my body, now aging and feeble,

I still dream of the place I should be—

In a hut made of grass with a lady…

The passionate, lovely Marie.

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