Echoes of bells |
Bells bells bells distant and nearby bells you talk, you cry and you play but what do you say ? You stretch to my heart from away you talk of bygone and replay vague and bewildered fancies where do you come from ? Sometimes it whispers low a fleeting wind and blows the sea with your sound breaths so much far and profound Whispers of escaped voices regrets of past things sweet bells what do you tell what do you sing? Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio Copyright
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