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This song was so much more appropriate when I was singing it in my head...There are still a few little tidbits of coincidence in there - especially the eeriness of the first verse (!)...plus, it's a great song. It's Friday night...might as well have a little bit of fun huh? 
The Wind Cries Mary - Jimi Hendrix
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 yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary
The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream
Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
Have a good weekend all...
Blues
The Wind Cries Mary - Jimi Hendrix
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 yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary
The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream
Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
Have a good weekend all...
Blues