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Living in a gong of hide The stricken pulses Beat inside. Leather bell. The clapper's pain. Kingdoms bow Within its reign. Leather bell. Oh, how it tolls. Telling you you're getting old. Leather bell. The clapper's pain. It WILL toll... ... again... ... AGAIN.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
Leather Bell
Living in a gong of hide The stricken pulses Beat inside. Leather bell. The clapper's pain. Kingdoms bow Within its reign. Leather bell. Oh, how it tolls. Telling you you're getting old. Leather bell. The clapper's pain. It WILL toll... ... again... ... AGAIN.
SøułSurvivør (C) 6/6/ I can't stay on line to read anymore. My body's been very insistent upon sleep lately. I have such a backlog of reading I despair of EVER catching up! Please forgive me... ☆♡ I LOVE YOU ALL! ♡☆
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
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