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Idle (Lyric) by Irischer Junge Mary Helen, you are not there.
Mary Helen, you have blonde hair.
Oh where, oh where can you be?
Mary Helen, it is you I don't see.
Mary Helen, where are you?
I'm sure that other people are wondering, too.
Right now, it's a wonderful day;
But why don't you have a message that says you're away?
Up the ladder:
Life
Down the ladder:
You Cared When
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Posted: September 1, 2003 1:54 PM PDT; Last modified: September 1, 2003 1:54 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.37247 Overall Rank: 13034 Comments:
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This poem was written at 5:37 PM on Monday, September 2, 2002.
maybe she has gone to her reward?
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