Hollow bell, what can you tell me about the grinding grimaces I see around me? Can you tell me why the looks pierce and rake? Please tell me echo-maker, why is the ground scraped right under me? When your ringing finds me must I wake again as ever -- only to face more clangings of your score? Why, let me lie if I choose don't bother me to confuse me whether it is passing or I am. Let me lie.
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