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E DAfter all the jacks are in their

Aboxes

E D AAnd the clowns have all gone to bed

E DYou can hear happiness staggering

A on down the street

B D G G# AFootsteps dressed in red

B D G G# A G G# AAnd the wind whispers Mary

E D AA broom is drearily sweeping

E DUp the broken peices of

Ayesterday's life

E D ASomewhere a queen is weeping

B D G G# ASomewhere a king has no wife

B D G G# A G G# AAnd the wind cries Mary

D F A

E DThe traffic lights turn blue

Atomorrow

E DAnd shine the emptyness down on my

Abed

E D AThe tiny island sags downstream

B D G G# ACause the life that lived is dead

B D G G# A G G# AAnd the wind screams Mary

E D AWill the wind ever remember

E D AThe names it has blown in the past

E DWith its crutch, its old age, and

A its wisdom

B DIt whispers no, this will be the

G G# Alast

B D G G# A GAnd the wind cries Mary

G# A G G# A G G# APor: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia