Marcie in a coat of flowers
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Steps inside a candy store
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Reds are sweet and greens are sour
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Still no letter at her door
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So she'll wash her flower curtains
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Hang them in the wind to dry
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Dust her tables with his shirt and
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Wave another day goodbye
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Marcie's faucet needs a plumber
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Marcie's sorrow needs a man
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Red is autumn green is summer
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Greens are turning and the sand
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All along the ocean beaches
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Stares up empty at the sky
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Marcie buys a bag of peaches
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Stops a postman passing by
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And summer goes
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Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
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Winter blows
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Up from the river there's no one to take her
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To the sea
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Marcie dresses warm its snowing
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Takes a yellow cab uptown
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Red is stop and green's for going
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Sees a show and rides back down
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Down along the Hudson River
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Past the shipyards in the cold
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Still no letter's been delivered
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Still the winter days unfold
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Like magazines
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Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars
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Make a dream
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Dream back to summer and hear how
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he tells her
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Wait for me
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Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us
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Where or why she moved away
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Red is angry green is jealous
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That was all she had to say
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Someone thought they saw her Sunday
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Window shopping in the rain
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Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket
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And went west again
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Marcie
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| Joni Mitchell |
