Thought it was special, but it wasn't really
It seemed to be magic, till it just sat there
Anything could have been, but it wasn't written
Many came to see and then went home
Then some died and some were born
Inside the bell was silence
Only love grows
Her flowers yet blossom
All the rest fades
Till there is nothing but
Wind, rain, smokey fog and dew
Aqua skies, hail and sun
All just sweat
Burnt away
Rising
Is
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