O Star of Day, O Dayspring O Bell pealing out over the towns over the hills over the hills and far away ... Your tongue adheres to our skin accepting your breeze, your sun, the circuit of your sky. The deluge of your water rings as it tells, loops and dissolves all ills, submerges all laments in a gush and rolling pour - smooth water stored in your wide wells. The chimes, the chimes, hear them flourish - great-tongued bells scoring the light heralding scarlet in the hills O noise of day rising in a sluice of rose. Far away and far away ... do the children play and sing where dawn rises, the water springs wise?
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