| If there is the sound of a bell ringing in a church |
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two neighborhoods distant |
| even if the god of that church does not smile |
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upon you |
| even if the bell is tolling the slow breath of a life |
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being rung away |
| take that one pure draught into yourself |
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like a sweet liquor |
| and keep your heart clean; the truth of bells |
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will not be argued |
| and even the air hanging heavy with soot |
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should never harm your love |
| nor the blankness between buildings, or stories |
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of dangerous youth |
| or wars fought and bled dry sometime |
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before your birth |
| what are those to draw a bleak line |
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through your health? |
| Keep your hearts clean, so no words |
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may drown them |
| keep them clean, almost white, bend |
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in fierce weather, fly before a gale |
| wear the wings of angels if you need to |
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stand among the clouds if you need to |
| let everywhere hear the sound, however small |
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of your life’s ringing |
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Keep Your Heart Clean – Mark Schultz |
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