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D CAfter all the jacks are in their

Gboxes

D C GAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

D CYou can hear happiness staggering

G on down the street

A C F F# GFootsteps dressed in red

A C F F# G F F# GAnd the wind whispers Mary

D C GA broom is drearily sweeping

D CUp the broken peices of

Gyesterday's life

D C GSomewhere a queen is weeping

A C F F# GSomewhere a king has no wife

A C F F# G F F# GAnd the wind cries Mary

C D# G

D CThe traffic lights turn blue

Gtomorrow

D CAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Gbed

D C GThe tiny island sags downstream

A C F F# GCause the life that lived is dead

A C F F# G F F# GAnd the wind screams Mary

D C GWill the wind ever remember

D C GThe names it has blown in the past

D CWith its crutch, its old age, and

G its wisdom

A CIt whispers no, this will be the

F F# Glast

A C F F# G FAnd the wind cries Mary

F# G F F# G F F# GPor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia