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The clock of fools

The time of creation has sadly passed, Now I can't understant the clock, 'What time is it?', I asked , 'None of your concern, for sure', A crowd of timeless dead responded, Cloaked in dark and disregarded, He wouldn't help, but He has long departed. Maybe now the winds would speak to me What I dare not think myself, Maybe now I would let me be, Drifting on the line of life and death, I think the light is all I see, A dancing, singinging figure, Close to me from far away, Never knew I was a wizard, or perhaps she lied, I thought I knew the rules to play, But now I know to cheat, I still can't read the clock, But now I understand it.
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