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The bells ring out over the town.
If you stop and listen you’ll hear my heart.
Your crazy little lover, the clown,
Whose love is harder to measure or chart.
When we walk down the street
You skip and joke with me about life,
Talking about my smelly feet
And how I love the pain and strife.



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by Colwyn





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