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The Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in their boxes

And the clowns have all gone to bed

You can hear happiness staggering on down the street

Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers MaryA broom is drearily sweeping

Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life

Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind, it cries MaryThe traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow

And shine their emptiness down on my bed

The tiny island sags downstream

Cause the life that lived is, is dead

And the wind screams MaryWill the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past

And with his crutch, its old age, and it's wisdom

It whispers no, this will be the last

And the wind cries Mary

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