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62 lines
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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{1}
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\beginsong{The wind cries Mary}
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[by=Jimi Hendrix,cov=are-you-experienced,album=Are you experienced]
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\cover
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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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\beginverse*
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\nolyrics{ intro: | \[E&] \[E] \[F] | \[E&*] \[E*] \[F*] | } \rep{2}
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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\nolyrics{ | \[F] \[E&] | \[B&*] \[A&] | } \rep{3} \nolyrics{ | \[G] | \[B&*] | \[D&] | \[F] | }
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The traffic lights turn blue tomorrowF
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And shine the emptyness down on my bedF
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\endsong
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