The bell
kept dinging.
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It was
ringing
and
ringing
and
ringing.
<=>
The sound was
pinging
and
pinging
and
pinging.
<=>
On and on
it went.
<=>
I could not
circumvent
<=>
the
ba-linging
and
ba-linging
and
ba-linging.
<=>
So I turned
to my own
singing
and
singing
and
singing.
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My own
rhythm
did the
springing
and
springing
and
springing.
<=>
Now
my heart
is happily
swinging
and
swinging
and
swinging.
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