Blue Bell
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When the bluebells start ringing
you can hear the elves singing
and they ring in a spring
that is new

When you hear them in fall
it is winter they call
and they ring in their end
and sound blue.

Blue little bell
ring and tell
me the tales
about life and ist gales

Blue little bell
ring and tell
me the tales
of heavens and hells

Well, the seasons go by
We might stay for a while
till the bells tell you why
I leave you

But you don't ever listen
you don't ever know
All the messages gone,
but still true

You don'thear them, you'l feel
what they rang must come real
they don't care what you think
or don't do.