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The Chimes

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It's not the absence of light stilling my heart
or whispers of incense behind the walls
with the chimes of glockenspiels
and little spotted puppies

And the essence of a shadow as we kiss  
filling my cup with your loving ambrosia   
on god's carousel playing softly
like doves in a nest of golden shorn  

Flowing gently in your hair of Auburn
in the autumn breeze of mahogany leaves
crowning the crystal dew of early dawn
with a tiara of diamonds

It's not the absence of light stilling my heart
perhaps it's the angels and piccolos
with the chimes of glockenspiels
and little spotted puppies

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