The Bell - Poem by Benedict Lestat
A friend lies down beneath my feet,
He´s cold, just like my heart.
I stand he lies and moves no more,
It tears myself apart.
I stand he lies and´ll never show the smile - we loved,
of warmth and kindness anymore.
So silence all the bells, give in.
Cry out all grief and pain.
His dreams, his fears, his soul within,
It all has been in vain.
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