Seven bells wail their plaintiff song,
One for childhood,
Two for love,
Three for waits too long.
Four more times the cold air rings,
Four for youth,
Five for lust,
Six for shiny things.
Last the crystal sound is heard,
Seven . . . seven . . . seven,
Seven for the stifled word.
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When day alone is not enough,
To illuminate my soul,
When I eat life dry and tough,
And force to swallow whole,
When the wind of circumstance
Blows cold against my skin,
It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.
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