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Chimes

Brief, on a flying night,    From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight,    And go with the hour.

Like birds from the cote to the gales,    Abrupt—O hark! A fleet of bells set sails,    And go to the dark.

Sudden the cold airs swing.    Alone, aloud, A verse of bells takes wing    And flies with the cloud.

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