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(Jimi Hendrix)

And after all the Jacks are in boxes,
And the clowns have all to bed.
You can hear the staggering on downstream,
dressed in red.

And the whispers Mary.

A broom is sweeping,
Up the broken peices of life.
a Queens is weepin',
Somewhere a has no wife.

And the wind Mary.

Mary.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The traffic lights they blue tomorrow,
And shine emptiness down on my bed,
Their tiny island on downstream,
'Cause the life lived is dead.

And the wind Mary.

Now will wind ever remember,
All those it has blown in the past.
Now its crutch, its old age and its wisdom,
It whispers "No, this be the last".

And the screams Mary.

Mary.

Mary.