the wind cries mary

art by James Jean

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 up blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last -

And the wind cries Mary.

-- Jimi Hendrix

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I do not think it pleasant to torment oneself, but I have not ceased thinking about you. Not even a little. All things considered, never have I, however, counted on your return to Singapore after Michaelmas, nor had I counted on seeing you in a shopping center during an illicit lunch outing in the middle of a workday.
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I remember this song well. It was the first Hendrix that I sent you.

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