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That silver bell refrain
Still echoes in the rain
A magic flute that called my name
On mornings I can't reclaim
A newspaper route a fourteen-year-old sprite
Her voice could cut through morning's fading night
I'd offer pears she'd flash a sunlit smile
And save me from my ordinary trial
That bicycle chain covered in black grease
I fixed it so her worries would release
Then pushed her home to give her some relief
That humming melody the scent of bread
A perfect silence everything unsaid
That silver bell REFRAIN!
Still echoes in the rain!
A magic flute that called my name
On mornings I can't reclaim!
I watched her grow the chasm deepened wide
A mechanic's ring she became his bride
I shook his hand I offered my"well-done"
Her woman's smile outshone the morning sun
But lacked the light that once could rearrange
My universe my comforting sweet strain
Now Clara sleeps and I'm awake again
Holding the ghost of a forgotten tune
That silver bell REFRAIN!
Still echoes in the RAIN!
A magic flute that called my name
On mornings I can't reclaim!
My greatest love was a path I never took
Pushing that bicycle through memory's book
The perfect road I only walked once
The beautiful unfinished symphony
That SILVER BELL refrain
Still echoes in the rain
A magic flute that called my name
called my name
On mornings
I can't reclaim
