Marileida

(Alan Evans)

A poor girl with a heart of gold keeps her pain from others

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Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida A beautiful soul with a heart of gold poverty struck and broken hurt deep inside she didn't confide and the words remained unspoken Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida in the quiet of night when there is no light and there's no one around to hear thoughts in her head as she lies in her bed that's when she sheds a tear Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida when things go wrong she remains strong faces her problems head on it's the only way she'd be heard to say but in the morning they won't be gone Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida A beautiful soul with a heart of gold poverty struck and broken hurt deep inside she didn't confide and the words remained unspoken Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida Mari - leida mari - leida

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