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I wrote our names on the side of the trains in the old Aberdeen yardThinking one day you'll see, in the city of MarieAnd return to this broken heartI remember you crying over Ossian's writing as you read his words soft and sweetThat was the last time, those were your last linesI knew before you set out freeMy Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley wind, at night i hear cries from the deepThey sing they've seen you out of the blueOn your stairway to the seaSo up your river i climbed to your Acadian mind to explain my motive to my deedMy unrequited love, your God up aboveMy sweet Marie of the streetI never stopped trying, i though of you smiling as i spent my days searching for youMy Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley windMy Joan of the deap, dark and blueI remember you crying over Ossian's writing as you read his words soft and sweetThat was the last time, those were our last linesI carved them in the linden tree From Letras Mania