Ring Of Peace
I have passed the doors of
The doors of my
To come and kiss your
City reduced to a
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I have passed the doors of
The doors of my
To come and kiss your
City reduced to a
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die
Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead— All love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain; Worth, as nought worth, rejected, And Faith fair scorn doth gain
From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzy,...
Ring around the rosy,
Pocket full of posy,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!