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So early, early church bells rang
and I was weeping all the way.
Our girl wed when carols were sang.
So early, early church bells rang.
Yet season's bitter darkness sprang
as my wife died on New Year's Day.
So early, early church bells rang
and I was weeping all the way.

Glenn Bagshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-festive-bells-triolet/