I hear the chimes
Of bell ringing
Which is quivering
My mind; my soul
The sound drags me like
The canoe down the river
As it plucks
The dying flower, preserving it
The sound of silence
In the middle of a blizzard
Shows me the way through mist
To the red, black steps
Leading me into the dark abyss
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