Chimes-



Chimes-

Dong, Cliang'
Keep my memories faint
Talk of hopes and dreams
And tell me the meaning
Of this tragic world.
Your insides are hollow
Yet your sound is such-
a beautiful noise
That plays upon the melody of my soul.
Climp '
Talk-  I'm listening.

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