I loved you by the parking lot,
in the distance you could hear bells ringing.
I loved you one cold night,
all love songs are slimy and nasty.
You loved me by the bells ringing in the distance.
You loved me one cold night,
with love songs, meaningless and nasty.
That old bell is no more,
no more bells ringing in the distance.
No more cheese, no more hard wine,
no more of our little sparrows.
No more those old bells,
no more in the distance the bells that are ringing.
No more cheese, no more wine pouring,
no more our little sparrows.
No more our little sparrows,
and our chicks that ran around the yard ,
and oat grains.
There is nothing!

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