The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix
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CAfter all B#the Bjacks are in their Fboxes
CAnd the clowns B#have Ball gone to Fbed
CYou can hear happiB#ness Bstaggering on Fdown the street
GFootsteps Bdressed in EbEredF
GAnd the Bwind whispers EbEMaryFEbEF
CA broom B#is Bdrearily Fsweeping
CUp the broken pieces B#of Byesterday's Flife
CSomewhere B#a Bqueen is Fweeping
GSomewhere a Bking has no EbEwifeF
GAnd the wind Bcries EbEMaryFEbEF
CThe traffic lights B#turn Bblue Ftomorrow
CAnd shine the emptiB#ness Bdown on my Fbed
CThe tiny B#island Bsags Fdownstream
GCause the life that Blived is EbEdeadF
GAnd the wind Bscreams EbEMaryFEbEF
CWill the B#wind Bever Fremember
CThe names it B#has Bblown in the Fpast
CWith its crutch, its B#old Bage, and its Fwisdom
GIt whispers no, this B#will Bbe the EbElastF
GAnd the B#wind Bcries EbEMaryFEbEF
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