The bells, I hear the bells
So faintly ringing, the sounds so far beyond,
My eyes look out, looking out searching,
Scanning into the vague horizon.
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Is that you when I feel the caress of the soft breeze?
As it drifts so quietly, so softly through the willow trees.
Is it you when the soft rain drops run down my cheek
Like a tear drop that escaped the eyes so meek.
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What a void within my life
Without a garden be,
A place to sit and contemplate,
Refreshing mind, refreshing me.
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