Mary Jane, she was a girl I used to know
Pretty and fine, but looked for love in many places.
She met a man who begged for her love,
He said to give the world and more for her love.
But this man was cold and a man of many colors
He had a wife, a child and a house to call a home,
He traded her love for a debt she would never repay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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