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F# EAfter all the jacks are in their

Bboxes

F# E BAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

F# EYou can hear happiness staggering

B on down the street

C# E A A# BFootsteps dressed in red

C# E A A# B A A# BAnd the wind whispers Mary

F# E BA broom is drearily sweeping

F# EUp the broken peices of

Byesterday's life

F# E BSomewhere a queen is weeping

C# E A A# BSomewhere a king has no wife

C# E A A# B A A# BAnd the wind cries Mary

E G B

F# EThe traffic lights turn blue

Btomorrow

F# EAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Bbed

F# E BThe tiny island sags downstream

C# E A A# BCause the life that lived is dead

C# E A A# B A A# BAnd the wind screams Mary

F# E BWill the wind ever remember

F# E BThe names it has blown in the past

F# EWith its crutch, its old age, and

B its wisdom

C# EIt whispers no, this will be the

A A# Blast

C# E A A# B AAnd the wind cries Mary

A# B A A# B A A# BPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia