From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)
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Title: THE WIND CRIES MARY (J. Hendrix)
1967
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After all the jacks are in their boxes
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And the clowns have all gone to bed
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You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
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Footsteps dressed in red
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And the wind whispers Mary
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A broom is drearily sweeping
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Up the broken peices of yesterday’s life
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Somewhere a queen is weeping
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Somewhere a king has no wife
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And the wind cries Mary
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The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
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And shine the emptyness down on my bed
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The tiny island sags downstream
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Cause the life that lived is dead
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And the wind screams Mary
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Will the wind ever remember
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The names it has blown in the past
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With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
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It whispers no, this will be the last
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And the wind cries Mary
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
