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(Jimi Hendrix)

And all the Jacks are in their boxes,
And the have all gone to bed.
You can hear the staggering on downstream,
Footprints in red.

And the whispers Mary.

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

And the cries Mary.

Mary.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow,
And shine their emptiness on my bed,
Their tiny sags on downstream,
'Cause the life that is dead.

And the wind Mary.

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

And the screams Mary.

Mary.

Mary.