Ring Out Wild Bells
Poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
    The flying cloud, the frosty light,
The year is dying in the night;
    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die;
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, ..... let him go,
    Ring out the False, ring in the True.

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