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G FAfter all the jacks are in their

Cboxes

G F CAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

G FYou can hear happiness staggering

C on down the street

D F A# B CFootsteps dressed in red

D F A# B C A# B CAnd the wind whispers Mary

G F CA broom is drearily sweeping

G FUp the broken peices of

Cyesterday's life

G F CSomewhere a queen is weeping

D F A# B CSomewhere a king has no wife

D F A# B C A# B CAnd the wind cries Mary

F G# C

G FThe traffic lights turn blue

Ctomorrow

G FAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Cbed

G F CThe tiny island sags downstream

D F A# B CCause the life that lived is dead

D F A# B C A# B CAnd the wind screams Mary

G F CWill the wind ever remember

G F CThe names it has blown in the past

G FWith its crutch, its old age, and

C its wisdom

D FIt whispers no, this will be the

A# B Clast

D F A# B C A#And the wind cries Mary

B C A# B C A# B CPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia