The Bells of Notre Dame

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Hear the Bells

Quasimodo gave a name
To all the bells of Notre Dame
Empowering them to toll
And sound the depths of every soul
In deafness waiting
Feeling through bells reverberating
That somewhere out beyond his tower
There was one.

There was one

Waking the sun with her flower and

Little white goat with bell tinkling

Following capering frolicking

In the meadows of her gypsy soul

Condemned to hang on the gallows.

Two entombed.

And now no bell remembers 

They had names.