The Clock And Time
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Indira Renganathan
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As you strike every half past an hour
You hit the time showing your power
But time's greater more ignoring you
Moving on further and further
You strike and strike and end someday
Dead to be kept as an antique
Deathless, nameless, endless
Time's moving on further and further
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