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The Clock that Never Dies


Laying on the floor, unresponsive Another generation crying for understanding Mother Nature's hand rips at the race But time is immortal One may pass And the land grows anew Yet the flowers bloom again And so the birds flew Even though you are gone The stars align The planets revolve around the sun And the galaxy beautifully works as one Eventually, past and present become one The clock strikes twelve And nothing stops it For time is immortal
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