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The Clock
If time would just stand still, then darkness would not fill, the empty rooms at will. With the power of my mind, if I could just stop time, by listening to the clock. Tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop! Frozen crystal chandaliers, no swaying drops of tears, stop gleeming rays of light, no sparkles in the night. The music windchimes stop, the silence of the clock, tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop! Tomorrow never nears, an emptiness of fears. The dream replays itself, the loneliness not felt. When gazing at the sea, I taste the salty air. The darkness covers me, in silently dispair. The bells begin to chime, and then I know it's time. Rose petals when they fall, in my dream I do recall, the darkness of this hall. Black pearls that trim the wall. Tomorrow is now met, my eyes are truly set, on time thats never met. The clock begins again, the ticking never ends. Tic-toc, tic-toc, Winds! Whipping tides! Rising high! So I begin to close my eyes, until the end of all due time.
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