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The Wind Cries Mary (Live) - Jimi Hendrix
After all the jacks
Are in their 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 yesterdays life
Somewhere
A queen is weeping
Somewhere
A king has no wife
The wind
Cries Mary
Forever
The traffic lights they turn uh blue
Tmorrow
And the shine their happiness
Down on my bed
The tiny Island
Sags down stream
'Cause the life lived is
Dead
And the wind
Screams Mary
Uh will the wind
Ever remember
The names it has blow
In the past
With this crutch
It's old age
And it's wisdom
It whispers no
This will be the last
And the wind
Cries Mary
