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Esand the clowns have Dball gone to Asbed

Esyou can hear happines Dbstaggering on Asdown the street

BFootsteps Dbdressed in redGb G As

BAnd the Dbwind whispers GbMaryG As Gb G As

EsA broom is Dbdrearily Assweeping

EsUp the broken peices of Dbyesterday's Aslife

EsSomwhere a Dbqueen is Asweeping

EsSomewhere a Dbking has no GbwifeG As

BAnd the wind cries GbMaryG As Gb G As

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EsThe traffic lights turn Dbblue Astommorow

EsAnd shine the emptyness Dbdown on my Asbed

EsThe tiny island Dbsags Asdownstreem

BCause the life that Dblived is GbdeadG As

BAnd the wind Dbscreams GbMeryG As Gb G As

EsWill the wind Dbever Asremember

EsThe names it has Dbblown in the Aspast

EsWith its crutch,its old Dbage,and its Aswisdom

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