Here you will find the Poem The Bells of poet Guillaume Apollinaire
My gipsy beau my lover Hear the bells above us We loved passionately Thinking none could see us But we so badly hidden All the bells in their song Saw from heights of heaven And told it everyone Tomorrow Cyprien Henry Marie Ursule Catherine The baker?s wife her husband and Gertrude that?s my cousin Will smile when I go by them I won?t know where to hide You far and I?ll be crying Perhaps I shall be dying
