its the fall that makes this hole
but it was told bold
that through the dust
you must thrust
to tell of hell that been
designed in minds
that never get to shine
so ring the bell
on their dark night spell
so ring the bell
on their dark night spell
and write your word
to be heard in rooms
that children fill
and in golden ghettos
so called lords leap
and in days that are yet
to play there keep
and we yet can
shape that tomorrow
and not to make a wake
of the time we have yet to take 
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