The lonely watchmen stood by his tower -
Chiming the bells by the witches hour -
They chimed and chimed until they could
no more, leaving their eerie haze through
the air till dawn -
Only then shall their muted haze be depleted -
And once again their song repeated -
Echoing through the break of day -
where light and hope shade out the grey -
Though once again upon the witches hour -
shall their song be heard from the
Watchman's tower -
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