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Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme |
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Seeker of reason, reaper of time |
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Born to a spell he walks the beaten path |
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To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind |
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Once on his side time turns to defy. |
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In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone. |
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The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry |
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As he's done a thousand hours before. |
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Many dark years, not a vacant hour through |
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War and fear had the bell been ever strayed, |
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Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized |
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With the beat of the old man's heart. |
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Man or machine he's living a dream |
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Forever the clock lives so does he |
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Faces below fade with seasons of long ago |
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Forever awake in his brass bed. |
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Who holds the key. |
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It's all a matter of time, is there reason |
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Or Rhyme - is there? |
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Traveler in time another left |
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Behind - you are |
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Tangled in the web of time you've |
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Swallowed the pill of illusion. |
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Writings so clear on the wall you |
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Waste in seclusion |
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Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot |
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In his eyes now he realize. |
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Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry |
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As he's done a thousand hours before |
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Moon of blue is in the sky |
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West wind he whispers why |
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Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice |
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Lonely win blows through his empty soul. |
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He cries a river of tears on the clock below |
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Nothings forever and time will tell |
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His tears rust the clock and he died as well |