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The bell tower has chimed.
Its sweet hum of dawn.
The gears and motions tick.
Hours that would soon gone. 

Tick tock.
We swear by the truth.
Tick tock.
Promises exalted in tombs.

The people of clay has danced.
In a rigid restless trance.
The paint and smiles sewn.
Lives caged in timeless doom.

Tick tock.
We become enthralled today.
Tick tock.
Only to fall prey in our wake.

The golden clock has stopped.
Its final chord's been strung.
The story and secrets told.
Silhouettes whispered through smoke.

Tick tock.
We dreamt to find hope.
Tick Tock.
Holding on tomorrow like a tightrope.

Tick tock.

Tick...tock.

Tick...toc-...

Tomorrow?

Perhaps.

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