When the bells would ring, again
Some of us will stand in the rain
Wash guilty and deep regrets
From the inner porch of our secrets
And wait till the notes are taken
Then those worthy have their token
I mean some bloke like me
and a Dude you and Lime
May have nothing at all
But note that God is for us all
Like the wind
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