Love Bell

Give me thy hand by the wind,

There arose love about thrushling,

And covers upon its body, darling,

We inhuman how would we know,

Those besmirched in sadness but,

Cannot grow beyond its limits,

I hasten the love for God and,

What not comes to seek with pride,

I must assign my name unto thee,

Fun, frolic for life

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