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Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll&#13;
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing&#13;
As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds&#13;
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing&#13;
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Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight&#13;
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight&#13;
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night&#13;
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing&#13;
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Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed&#13;
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting&#13;
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones&#13;
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting&#13;
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Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless seeking trail,&#13;
For the LONESOME HEARTED lovers, with too personal a tale&#13;
And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail&#13;
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing&#13;
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Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught&#13;
Can't find no track of hours for they hang suspended&#13;
And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look&#13;
Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended&#13;
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Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed&#13;
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse&#13;
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe&#13;
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