The bell that wakes me up
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To the blond girl who works at a phone store in Mumford. I see you every day and we have caught eyes a few times. I take enjoyment each morning to know that I might be able to see you again when I get my coffee. For she is like a song, she is like a ray of light, she is like children praying, like harps and bells and cymbals playing. —Grey high-tops