The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me. And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me. Oh death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling, Oh grave thy victory? The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me.
They're never far away
Posted on Sat, 10 Nov 2018
A lovely read Harry, thank you.
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