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If I were a bell |
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What would make the metal of me sing |
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Oh, friends, not these tones |
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In a time too soft for bells, they sing |
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Where is solace in the noise they bring |
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What hand is it darting |
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In and out between my ribs |
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And what is shaking what is in there |
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Oh, so violently |
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What is it that falls in me |
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And never gets again to be |
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As high as it was 'ere it crashed |
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Focusing on wellness |
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I have focused on my wellness |
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For so long it has become |
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An empty part of me |
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I have said the words and |
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I have made the noise so often |
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It has become strange and meaningless |
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Oh, and when they toll |
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Oh, the tones the tones |
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The timbre |