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EAfter all the Esbjacks are in their Aboxes

Eand the clowns have Esball gone to Abed

Eyou can hear happines Esbstaggering on Adown the street

HFootsteps Esbdressed in redAsb As A

HAnd the Esbwind whispers AsbMaryAs A Asb As A

EA broom is Esbdrearily Asweeping

EUp the broken peices of Esbyesterday's Alife

ESomwhere a Esbqueen is Aweeping

ESomewhere a Esbking has no AsbwifeAs A

HAnd the wind cries AsbMaryAs A Asb As A

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EThe traffic lights turn Esbblue Atommorow

EAnd shine the emptyness Esbdown on my Abed

EThe tiny island Esbsags Adownstreem

HCause the life that Esblived is AsbdeadAs A

HAnd the wind Esbscreams AsbMeryAs A Asb As A

EWill the wind Esbever Aremember

EThe names it has Esbblown in the Apast

EWith its crutch,its old Esbage,and its Awisdom

HIt whispers no,this will Esbbe the AsblastAs A

HAnd the wind Esbcries AsbMaryAs A Asb As A Asb As A Asb As A Asb As A