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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 yesterday's life
Somewhere a Queen is weeping
Somewhere a King has no wife
And the wind cries Mary
The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow
To shine the emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sighs aloud in the street
Because the life we live is dead
And the wind screams Mary, Mary
How the wind ever remembers
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch, its old age and wisdom
Whispers no kiss will be the last
And the wind cries Mary