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the bells of san blas are still rung by hand hand over hand the child climbs the tower hammer in hand he rings out the hour and all of the children are called to the rail are called to the virgin, the cross and the nail outside of the cathedral, caught in photograph begins the procession, thy rod and thy staff a lavender bead was found in the dust lost from the chain that had crossed the gown the pride of the family, the pride of the town at fifteen years old the procession shall move and fit into the church as the hand fits the glove and out come the children chasing the rice if they ever think once, they never think twice sister anastasia came down from the clouds from the city of angels to the city of bells she offered her solace, she offered her help she taught them the handcrafts, she taught them to smile to sell to the tourists to help feed the child the design of the snake caught in the beak she came every year and stayed for a week the bells of san blas were all made by hand and carried by hand they spread 'long the coast Letras de cancionesthe bells of the missions of longfellow's ghost the cannon are rusted, the bells have turned green they traded their gold and their land for the beads of the spaniards and indians the children remain they still sacrifice virgins though the altar's renamed From Letras Mania