Her story begins here, name was Mary
She had no friends but tons of pain to carry
Had no big hopes in life, had very little money
Dressed in the same grey dress even on a Sunday
She headed to the woods where she likes to hide and cry
That night she met someone there, this pretty blue eyed boy
He sang to her one song and he held her hands tight
Never did poor Mary felt so much happy and light
Night and day he listened to what she had to say
Kept talking still walking, his eyes to her like a sun ray, she followed him blindly all the way
Stumbled upon her own feet she fell, facedown on to the ground
She woke up and saw the wolves starring at her with a restless frown
Scared to death she looked around, pretty boy she loved was no where found
And then she sipped to the last drop of her gin
And left the bar with a lousy grin
Dreams can make a shaken world an exciting place,
Lonely Mary knew this more than anyone else
Story ends here, the name was Mary
She had no one to love but tons of loss to carry
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