Little bells kept me going
Those tied to branches of a banyan tree
I'd see them shine from the courtyard
I'd hear them tinkle while making tea
They'd tinkle through every weather
Carrying messages of hearts that prayed
They'd jangle louder through lengthy storms
That wiped out mornings and left nights all frayed
A storm one night broke the banyan
It fell strong and full with trunk ripped right through
It was seen in a carpet of dead, wet leaves
And cheery bells clinging n singing, "Me and You"
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