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The wind cries Mary-Jimi Hendrix |
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Atter all the jacks are in their boxes. |
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And the clowns have all gone 2 bed. |
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U can hear happiness staggering on down the street. |
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Footsteps dressed in red. |
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And the wind whispers Mary. |
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A broom is drearily sweeping. |
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Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life. |
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Somewhere a queen is weeping. |
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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,Uh,blue tomorrow. |
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And shine their emptiness down on my bed. |
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The tiny island sags down stream. |
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Cause the life that lived is,is dead. |
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And the wind screams Mary. |
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Uh-will the wind ever remember. |
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The names it has blow in the past ? |
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And with this crutch,its old age,& its wisdom. |
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It whispers no,this will be the last. |
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And the wind cries Mary. |
