The Mystery Valiant
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I May Be Redundant
But I still like the enigmatic Jimi Hendrix. And an excellent reason why!
The Wind Cries Mary
After all the jacks, are in their boxes.
And the clowns have all, gone to bed.
You can hear happiness, staggering on down the stream.
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 on, blue tommorrow.
And shine their emptiness, down on my bed.
The tiny island, sags on downstream.
'cause the life that lived is,
is dead.
And the wind screams Mary!
Uh-will the wind, ever remember,
the names, it has blown in the past?
And with this crush, it's old age, and its wisdom,
it whispers know, this will be the last.
And the wind cries Mary!
But I still like the enigmatic Jimi Hendrix. And an excellent reason why!
The Wind Cries Mary
After all the jacks, are in their boxes.
And the clowns have all, gone to bed.
You can hear happiness, staggering on down the stream.
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 on, blue tommorrow.
And shine their emptiness, down on my bed.
The tiny island, sags on downstream.
'cause the life that lived is,
is dead.
And the wind screams Mary!
Uh-will the wind, ever remember,
the names, it has blown in the past?
And with this crush, it's old age, and its wisdom,
it whispers know, this will be the last.
And the wind cries Mary!