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A letter came here this morning,
And I just started to shake,
Cuse just when you think that it's over,
Is when it gets to hard to take.
Got me thinking bout my best friend Mary,
The moment it came through the door,
I couldn't breath,
I didn't want to believe,
Mary doesn't live here anymore.

It was late and the party was over,
It was the last time we saw her alive.
Did she look so alone there,
With tears in her eyes,
That the dark and the rain couldn't hide.
We never thought as we left,
That she'd walk into the night and the rain.
A cry in the dark,
Did she call out our names.
Mary , Mary won't be back again,
Things can't be like they were before,
Mary doesn't live here anymore.

A letter came here this morning,
From someone I use to know.
She was feeling the same kind of pain,
Didn't know what living was for.
She told me how it happened so fast,
It came down to a moment in time.
She was to high,
And I started to cry.

Mary, Mary won't you please come home.
There's another letter,
A call on the phone.
There's a knock on the door,
And I don't have the heart left to say.
Mary doesn't live here,
Things can't be like they were before,
Mary doesn't live here anymore.

In loving memory of Draconis Tempra, wind to thy wings my friend.