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Tick Tick Ticking
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Tick Tick Ticking

Clocks tick
continuously unceasing,
telling us indifferently
how life has been decreasing.

Our days are gone
when times are lost,
and seasons die
in times of frost.

When old age renders
the juvenile soul
to enter its foul,
death, has come.

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