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| From "Flowers & other pickable weeds" |
Upon the midnight
hour
All the bells are ringing near you
So you cannot hear me
Or know
That I ring only for us,
For all bells
Seem to sound the same
All seem to call your name
But they are not all me,
And yet, how are you to know
Which is me,
And that I ring
Only for you?
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