Marcheta
Marcheta, Marcheta,
I still hear you callin' me
back,
To your arms once again.
I still feel the spell,
Of your last kiss upon
me,
Since then, life has all been in
vain.
All has been sadness,
Without you Marcheta,
Each day finds me lonely and
blue.
My poor heart is broken,
I want you Marcheta,
I need you Marcheta I do.
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All has been sadness,
Without you Marcheta,
Each day finds me lonely and
blue.
My poor heart is broken,
I want you Marcheta,
I need you Marcheta I do.
Words and Music
by
Victor Schertzinger , 1913
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