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[Toll, bell, toll. For hope is flying]

Toll, bell, toll. For hope is flying
Sighing from the earthbound soul:
Life is sighing, life is dying:
Toll, bell, toll.
Gropes in its own grave the mole
Wedding darkness, undescrying,
Tending to no different goal.
Self-slain soul, in vain thy sighing:
Self-slain, who should make thee whole?
Vain the clamour of thy crying:
Toll, bell, toll.