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C A#After all the jacks are in their

Fboxes

C A# FAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

C A#You can hear happiness staggering

F on down the street

G A# D# E FFootsteps dressed in red

G A# D# E F D# E FAnd the wind whispers Mary

C A# FA broom is drearily sweeping

C A#Up the broken peices of

Fyesterday's life

C A# FSomewhere a queen is weeping

G A# D# E FSomewhere a king has no wife

G A# D# E F D# E FAnd the wind cries Mary

A# C# F

C A#The traffic lights turn blue

Ftomorrow

C A#And shine the emptyness down on my

Fbed

C A# FThe tiny island sags downstream

G A# D# E FCause the life that lived is dead

G A# D# E F D# E FAnd the wind screams Mary

C A# FWill the wind ever remember

C A# FThe names it has blown in the past

C A#With its crutch, its old age, and

F its wisdom

G A#It whispers no, this will be the

D# E Flast

G A# D# E F D#And the wind cries Mary

E F D# E F D# E FPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia