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The day’s almost over

And night is on its way,

I lie under cover

Of an old stone archway,

Melancholy has come,

I’m drowning in feeling

Of whom I have become

And whom I want to be,

I can hear them pealing,

Far over the abbey,

The bells in the distance…

Oh how they resonate,

With growing insistence

In my heart, fascinate

Me beyond any thought,

Past, present and future

Seem to have me all caught

In a pleasant rapture

As the sun’s setting down

Over this quiet town.

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