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GAfter all the F#bjacks are in their Cboxes

Gand the clowns have F#ball gone to Cbed

Gyou can hear happines F#bstaggering on Cdown the street

DFootsteps F#bdressed in redHb H C

DAnd the F#bwind whispers HbMaryH C Hb H C

GA broom is F#bdrearily Csweeping

GUp the broken peices of F#byesterday's Clife

GSomwhere a F#bqueen is Cweeping

GSomewhere a F#bking has no HbwifeH C

DAnd the wind cries HbMaryH C Hb H C

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GThe traffic lights turn F#bblue Ctommorow

GAnd shine the emptyness F#bdown on my Cbed

GThe tiny island F#bsags Cdownstreem

DCause the life that F#blived is HbdeadH C

DAnd the wind F#bscreams HbMeryH C Hb H C

GWill the wind F#bever Cremember

GThe names it has F#bblown in the Cpast

GWith its crutch,its old F#bage,and its Cwisdom

DIt whispers no,this will F#bbe the HblastH C

DAnd the wind F#bcries HbMaryH C Hb H C Hb H C Hb H C Hb H C