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The bells of regret, I'm sorry to say, must ring.
Then that is the time we shall sing;
All our confessions, our hopes and our dreams.
Our sins, our secrets, are out for all to see. you can never hide from me
The tears, your fears,
Always visible for me.
Then that is the time we shall sing;
All our confessions, our hopes and our dreams.
Our sins, our secrets, are out for all to see. you can never hide from me
The tears, your fears,
Always visible for me.
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