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Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher colour.
Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher colour.
Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
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