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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?
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