O! Laurie-Jeanne, Laurie-Jeanne! Belle of my Heart!
Why did you have to fly?
From me who sang you a lullaby,
From the hospital room, ‘neath the thundering sky,
Beneath the thundering sky!?
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And...
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