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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
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
it
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