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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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