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After the Wind Cries Mary
AFTER THE WIND CRIES MARY
It was the jets that went into the boxes,
And the crowds, they had all gone home,
And you could no longer hear happiness,
Only the staggering numbness of being alone.
Is spinning into a prism.
It's but a reflection of yesterday's life
Somehow, it all seems so pointless
And somehow, it all seems alright.
They turn off and on tomorrow
They only shine when day turns to night.
And your tired eyelids, they begin to swallow
All that's left of yesterday's light.
Will our people remember
Everything that was, and never was the last?
Or will we curse and be crazy and render
Our time into something that's past?
Yes, the wind cries.
“In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result.”
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