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poem of time |
| Tic-Tock goes the clock Born to grow old is our mission in life Fluid and graceful like notes from a fife Tic-Tock goes the clock If fluid and graceful life is not Do the best with what you got Tic-tock goes the clock In the end I come to find Life belongs not to me, but the keeper of time Tic-tock goes the clock |