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Clock!

With ghastly cries the clock doth bound Every sound to earth and ground Only it sees times grim rounds Clock! Have mercy on this soul Once a child now I'm old The grave outside will soon have bones Let death not vist to this home Clock! Go to time and plead my case Let this life be not erased Let me slip through times cracks untraced Let me keep my youths young face Clock! You tick without a word Do you not comprehend whats heard? And earth! For time you must have cure For you stay pure and so unturned And I grew weak with thoughts absurd Clock! I understand your chains That time may only have reins But still I'll look to find a way To cheat on time and shed my fate With ghastly cries the clock doth bound Every sound to earth and ground
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elan-eden
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Dec 4, 2010
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