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The Wind Cries Mary (Live)

de Giorgia

After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on downstreet
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
And the wind, it cries MARY

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'cause the life that they lived is, is dead
And the wind screams MARY

Will the wind ever remember
the names it has blown in the past
and with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
it whispers "no, this won't be the last"
And the wind, it cries MARY

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