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It's Friday night, a still blue dark eyed sky a band plays It's years removed from the time I wrote about the bells and how they swing in the tower to my left I still hear them how they cling cling BANG and I am with you and I am alone                           tomorrow is coming and in two years I'll be here with the bells cling cling BOOM and there will be a woman or a man sipping on coffee or speaking                     softly,    and the bells                                                          cl­ing cling BANG
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
the tower to my left
It's Friday night, a still blue dark eyed sky a band plays It's years removed from the time I wrote about the bells and how they swing in the tower to my left I still hear them how they cling cling BANG and I am with you and I am alone                           tomorrow is coming and in two years I'll be here with the bells cling cling BOOM and there will be a woman or a man sipping on coffee or speaking                     softly,    and the bells                                                          cl­ing cling BANG
JillianDJesser
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
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