(Verlaine) Dried-up corn all around your well fences breaking down One big mill so still don't it look just like a crown Mary Marie Can't they see they can't run your ship aground Mary Marie Can't they see they can't borrow what you found Empty boxes piled up one in another gleaming in the wind One huge fountain shut down completely and then the glare begins Mary Marie what a waste all the hands that just won't try Mary Marie if they taste their own bitterness they'll fry Last night so foggy Today the rain I saw the hand come down on the flame But the light goes on I still hear your voice and how the burning remains Mary Marie taking leave turning mirrors to the wall. Mary Marie.