Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying clouds, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring happy bells, across the snow
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892
The flying clouds, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring happy bells, across the snow
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892
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