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Thousands of bells chimed overhead Their lovely tone shaping my thoughts Splendid new lands danced in my sight But with ten thousand bells as my guide I would never be lost Thousands of bells chimed from afar Distant, soft, and gentle they seemed Thousands of steps stretched between us But with ten thousand bells at my side I would never be lost The steps grew larger, the land less great My eyes more tired, my path less straight The bells kept ringing, farther away Too many to count, their sound now gray They fall on deaf ears, heart turned aside Waiting for someone, arms open wide I have become lost, my own mistake I went far from them, no path to take Forever the bells will be gone I do not know where to find them For I thought not of their light And I heard not what they sang When the ten thousand bells rang
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Bells
Thousands of bells chimed overhead Their lovely tone shaping my thoughts Splendid new lands danced in my sight But with ten thousand bells as my guide I would never be lost Thousands of bells chimed from afar Distant, soft, and gentle they seemed Thousands of steps stretched between us But with ten thousand bells at my side I would never be lost The steps grew larger, the land less great My eyes more tired, my path less straight The bells kept ringing, farther away Too many to count, their sound now gray They fall on deaf ears, heart turned aside Waiting for someone, arms open wide I have become lost, my own mistake I went far from them, no path to take Forever the bells will be gone I do not know where to find them For I thought not of their light And I heard not what they sang When the ten thousand bells rang
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
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