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The jingles of a hundred bells
play softly at my feet.
The sound so faint, but always there
ring lightly, sounding sweet.
And as I take a step or two
the shiny bells do gleam
and gently these small bells do move
as if they were a dream.
They glisten in the sunlight,
around my ankle fair.
Oh lovely bells do ring for me,
soft jingles in the air.
I love my little bells so small.
I love them oh so true.
For with each little ring, do they
bring sweet memories of youth. |
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