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I love it when it sadly tolls The knell of life departed, And gently murmurs sympathy To mourners broken-hearted; It whispers of a spirit passed From doubt and pain and care, And tells of heaven, and bids them hope To meet the lost one there.
I love it when it sadly tolls The knell of life departed, And gently murmurs sympathy To mourners broken-hearted; It whispers of a spirit passed From doubt and pain and care, And tells of heaven, and bids them hope To meet the lost one there.