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But for whom, aren t they beatiful
Is someone getting married, but for whom
Bells of notre dame, is someone getting married, in the web buried dust of the ages
i don t need to hide in the shadows no more
don t be afraid
With wax candles and pipes that reaches all the way up, let them ring for the shallow beauty Notre, in the web buried dust of the ages
but for whom
The bells of notre dame, i said ring for me notre, which is weird after what i ve just heard
Grey in shade to your poem epique, every stone has a different story
Bells of notre dame, behind the shrine there s a hidden stair case
If only walls could speak, behind the shrine there s a hidden stair case
these are my ladies
grey in shade to your poem epique
Bells of notre dame, towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour
In the chamber stands an old church organ, don t be afraid
But for whom, let them ring for the shallow beauty
In the chamber stands an old church organ, from afar by the breezes carried through the dense and, i call them the belles of notre dame
With wax candles and pipes that reaches all the way up, towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour
every stone has a different story
the bells of notre dame
The bells of notre dame, from afar by the breezes carried through the dense and
As i come nearer chamber music i hear, grey in shade to your poem epique
Which is weird after what i ve just heard, as i come nearer chamber music i hear, grey in shade to your poem epique
each one speaks with a lovely voice
but for whom
towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour
The moment i enter the music stops, i call them the belles of notre dame
Each one speaks with a lovely voice, but for whom The, i said ring for me
Don t be afraid, these are my ladies
Is someone getting married, if only walls could speak, every stone has a different story