Watch the clock toll, ringing on and on, vibrating ancient brick, red as embers.
The sound resonates without mentioning.
Open ears are deaf to the call, in this quaint little town.

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Watch the clock toll, ringing on and on, vibrating ancient brick, red as embers.
The sound resonates without mentioning.
Open ears are deaf to the call, in this quaint little town.
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