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{language: english}
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{columns: 1}
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{title: The wind cries Mary}
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{artist: Hendrix}
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{album: Are you experienced}
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{cover: are-you-experienced}
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\gtab*{E&}{6:X0222X}
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\gtab*{E}{7:X0222X}
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\gtab*{F}{8:X0222X}
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\gtab*{E&*}{8:X200XX}
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\gtab*{E*}{9:X200XX}
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\gtab*{F*}{9:X311XX}
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\gtab*{C}{3:X02220}
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\gtab*{B&}{1:X02220}
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\gtab*{F**}{1:022100}
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\gtab*{G}{3:022100}
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\gtab*{B&*}{6:022100}
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\gtab*{A&}{4:022100}
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\gtab*{D&}{9:022100}
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\begin{verse*}
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\musicnote{\nolyrics{\Intro: | [E\flt] [E] [F] | [E\flt*] [E*] [F*] | } \rep{2}}
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\end{verse*}
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[C]After all the [B&]jacks are in their [F**]boxes
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[C]And the clowns have [B&]all gone to [F**]bed
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[C]You can hear happiness [B&]staggering on [F**]down the street
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[G]Footsteps [B&*]dressed in [E&]red[E][F]
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[G]And the [B&*]wind whispers [E&]Mary[E][F] [E&*][E*][F*]
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A broom is drearily sweeping
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Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
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Somewhere a queen is weeping
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Somewhere a king has no wife
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And the wind cries Mary
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\begin{verse*}
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\nolyrics{ | [F] [E&] | [B&*] [A&] | } \rep{3}
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\nolyrics{ | [G] | [B&*] | [D&] | [F] | }
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\end{verse*}
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The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
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And shine the emptiness down on my bed
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The tiny island sags downstream
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Cause the life that lived is dead
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And the wind screams Mary
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Will the wind ever remember
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The names it has blown in the past
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With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
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It whispers no, this will be the last
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And the wind cries Mary
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