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I heard the bells from the church
ring, brashly stating the time.
You were late. I hadn't begun to care
And the air was sweet, balmy
Like the words you used
To cheer me up.
I fell onto the street, toppled over
Like a Russian doll,
Splintered my knee and winced.
And you picked me up,
And comforted,
And arm draped around shoulder
Told me that I am beautiful.
And some days I believe you.