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(J. Hendrix) 1967
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EbEFEbEF
CAfter all the Bbjacks are in their Fboxes
CAnd the clowns have Bball gone to Fbed
CYou can hear happiness Bbstaggering on Fdown the street
GFootsteps Bbdressed in EbredE F
GAnd the Bbwind whispers EbMarEy F Eb E F
CA broom is Bbdrearily Fsweeping
CUp the broken peices of Bbyesterday's Flife
CSomewhere a Bbqueen is Fweeping
GSomewhere a Bbking has no EbwifEe F
GAnd the wind Bbcries EbMarEy F Eb E F
CThe traffic lights turn Bbblue toFmorrow
CAnd shine the emptyness Bbdown on my Fbed
CThe tiny island Bbsags Fdownstream
GCause the life that Bblived is EbdeaEd F
GAnd the wind Bbscreams EbMarEy F Eb E F
CWill the wind Bbever reFmember
CThe names it has Bbblown in the Fpast
CWith its crutch, its old Bbage, and its Fwisdom
GIt whispers no, this will Bbbe the EblasEt F
GAnd the wind Bbcries EbMarEy F Eb E F Eb E F Eb E F
Por: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia
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Contribuição: Jean Guilherme Amaral Maia(email protected)
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