My gipsy beau my lover
Hear the bells above us
We loved passionately
Thinking none could see us
But we so badly hidden
All the bells in their song
Saw from heights of heaven
And told it everyone
Tomorrow Cyprien Henry
Marie Ursule Catherine
The baker-s wife her husband
and Gertrude that-s my cousin
Will smile when I go by them
I won-t know where to hide
You far and I-ll be crying
Perhaps I shall be dying
The Bells
Guillaume Apollinaire
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