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A GAfter all the jacks are in their

Dboxes

A G DAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

A GYou can hear happiness staggering

D on down the street

E G C C# DFootsteps dressed in red

E G C C# D C C# DAnd the wind whispers Mary

A G DA broom is drearily sweeping

A GUp the broken peices of

Dyesterday's life

A G DSomewhere a queen is weeping

E G C C# DSomewhere a king has no wife

E G C C# D C C# DAnd the wind cries Mary

G A# D

A GThe traffic lights turn blue

Dtomorrow

A GAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Dbed

A G DThe tiny island sags downstream

E G C C# DCause the life that lived is dead

E G C C# D C C# DAnd the wind screams Mary

A G DWill the wind ever remember

A G DThe names it has blown in the past

A GWith its crutch, its old age, and

D its wisdom

E GIt whispers no, this will be the

C C# Dlast

E G C C# D CAnd the wind cries Mary

C# D C C# D C C# DPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia