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
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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
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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, it cries "Mary" The traffic lights they turn a 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 will be the last" And the wind cries "Mary"
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