Peal of a Bell
"Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in"
Leonard Cohen
No sweet sound is ever heard
in the pealing of a broken bell
or when darkness weaves through
the mist to cast a mystical spell
Nothing in life is granted freely
All things have a tariff price
The devil demands too much
With evil wiles he will entice
Life is covered in stains and flaws
Tatters and crevices abound
Where there is a modicum of light,
darkness will always be found
Hold the clapper in your hand
Let it sound from lip to lip
Be heard before death arrives
sailing the night on a ghost ship
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