After all the jacks are in the boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness
staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The traffic lights
They turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness
down on my bed
The tiny island stays downstream
Cause the life that lived is
Is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch It's old age
And it's wisdom
It whispers
No This will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
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