You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.

Paul Sweeney

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The Wind Cries Mary
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After all jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
 
And the wind whispers Mary
 
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
 
And the wind cries Mary
 
The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived is dead
 
And the wind screams Mary
 
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"
 
And the wind cries Mary