(miss murchison made me do this). All will be well, and all will be well, . . . : comments.
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(no subject)
I used to be in a circle dance that did a dance with a song called the Bells of Norwich:
Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the snow,
Love, like the yellow daffodil is King of all I know.
Ring out, bells of Norwich, and let the winter come and go;
All shall be well again, I know.
Loud are the bells of Norwich and the people come and go.
There by the tower of Julian they tell you what they know:
Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the winter come and go;
All shall be well again, I know.
Blessings.
K.
(no subject)