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I remember Mary's FancyWith painted rugs on veranda doorsAnd Kit who cooks surprises in foodsFrom the Grenadines and GuadeloupeAnd the old man sang as he measured the rumAnd sang in the street band, walking by on the roadThen at night and sometimes afternoonsMy visitor would slip through curtain doorsShe was far too youngThe moon turned gold to bronzeAs the afternoons slipped down into the seaOh I remember Mary's FancyWalking along in sun-dried clothesFrom the beach to the town, to the top of the hillWherever we went led back to our roomAnd the sails we watched from our shadowy bedWith flags of ships waiting out in the bayShe was far too youngWhen the easy rainHeld us prisoner for the nightAnd what we did in the place was everythingAnd beauty shed her grace on theeLetras de cancionesMary's Fancy stands there stillAn empty shell on a dried out hillBut once together we laughed and weptNow the memory of my love is keptWhere ships sail in to sail awayIn a sense she'll return like another dayAnd love that made it Mary's FancyLove that made it Mary's Fancy - gone. From Letras Mania