the terror
of
a bell
of
a bell
listen, why won't you listen
rips me out
of my sleep
of my sleep
how much love can you reject
reversed
but a fall
nonetheless
nonetheless
I could dream of an orange
hanging just where the tree stops
but sleet gets in my eyes -
hanging just where the tree stops
but sleet gets in my eyes -
a persistant bell convinces me
we have grown deaf to god
we have grown deaf to god
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