The Ribbon of the Bell Slipped her stockings straight And fluttered to the choir below And tied herself to the countertenor Leftmost in the frontmost row.
I saw her path before she even fell And that is why I stood beneath the bell And from the bottom up, It's details stark and doubted Ignite an uproar in stained-glass And sound the trumpets of vanity With knowledge of a monument erased I'm the woodpecker on the chimney Digging at the wrong stone But blithely shaking off an ordinary brown Those faded feathers somersaulting low across the road
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I saw her path before she even fell And that is why I stood beneath the bell And from the bottom up, It's details stark and doubted Ignite an uproar in stained-glass And sound the trumpets of vanity With knowledge of a monument erased I'm the woodpecker on the chimney Digging at the wrong stone But blithely shaking off an ordinary brown Those faded feathers somersaulting low across the road
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