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Gone gong gone

Oh bell tower drumming

right into my skull

I can hardly hear that gong

yet I know you quite well

Not yet the one who'll insight the fear

in my heart

Not yet the one who'll grow dear

to my flickering temper, that bittersweet ember

That sighs and that moans

Before the whistles and howls

I long to hear

Oh little bell tower sing

Belt away

For your call echoes long

And it snatches the night

And it catches a moment long gone

Oh little bell tower sing

You're our centre who calls us

Sent to remind us

To heed and to hide us

From the past that can claim us

And the ghosts, they will tame us

Oh little bell tower sing

To remind us the night is surely gone nigh

Lets surrender our wild distant cousins

Longing to touch that great vastness

Leaving behind them only remnants

Of a dreamy dust settled sigh

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Jan 21, 2013
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