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The Wind Cries Mary

©Hendrix

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 Mary






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A broom is drearily sweeping

Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life




Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

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And the wind it cries Mary


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    The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
   And shine their emptiness down on my bed




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The tiny island sags downstream













Cause the life that they lived is dead
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And the wind screams Mary








Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past




And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom

It whispers "No, this will be the last"












And the wind cries Mary