Golden Bell
Small shining bell
Glimmers of gold
That drive men to sell
All which they hold
Guarded in a horde
Watched by greedy eyes
Touted by a lord
Not very wise
Or he would hear
The absent sound rings free
Not to his ear
But hollow it be
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