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Bells | ||
| Gleaming bells are tinkling sweet, Bringing heaven to our feet. Melodies of airs so fair Smooth away all grief and care. Like an angel's fluttering Bells are graceful as they sing. Sometimes loud and others soft, Ringers send the tones aloft. Crisp and clear they form their chord. One who listens won't be bored. Happily they all ring on Till the sound is fin'ly gone. | ||
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