Come into this room
where I can pick you dry,
Subtlties aside
as push to shove's arrived.
Into nighted hours
comes ringing of the bells,
Count all your blessings
for I know you always tell.
You've predicted futures
you've seen into pasts,
But for whom does your bell toll
as you know life never lasts.
2005
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