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B AAfter all the jacks are in their

Eboxes

B A EAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

B AYou can hear happiness staggering

E on down the street

F# A D D# EFootsteps dressed in red

F# A D D# E D D# EAnd the wind whispers Mary

B A EA broom is drearily sweeping

B AUp the broken peices of

Eyesterday's life

B A ESomewhere a queen is weeping

F# A D D# ESomewhere a king has no wife

F# A D D# E D D# EAnd the wind cries Mary

A C E

B AThe traffic lights turn blue

Etomorrow

B AAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Ebed

B A EThe tiny island sags downstream

F# A D D# ECause the life that lived is dead

F# A D D# E D D# EAnd the wind screams Mary

B A EWill the wind ever remember

B A EThe names it has blown in the past

B AWith its crutch, its old age, and

E its wisdom

F# AIt whispers no, this will be the

D D# Elast

F# A D D# E DAnd the wind cries Mary

D# E D D# E D D# EPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia