Do you hear the ringing of the bell tower Counting off the days you can't replace I would like to think it's not that way All the songs that find you in the city Pull you from your bedroom to the streets Pushing all your sadness underneath There's a song I've been singing All these years as they pass There's a lot of big questions I never ask There's a lot of questions never asked Consider the lilies of the valley Neither do they toil nor they spin Still a quiet hand is watching over them And I became a prodigal and left here Petals out like windmills in the air Waiting for a breeze For any sign of care There's a song I've been singing All these years as they pass There's a lot of big questions I never ask There's a lot of questions never asked
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