Shadows come and go trees like scarecrows stand.
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The turning of the wheel.
An ongoing quest as they try to decide whose assembly is best.
It all will come to pass.
Lord twister the first fine collector of clocks has a room laid aside for his ticks and his tocks.
Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin let the mourners.
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As summer turns to snow living flesh has turned to sand.
Echoes from the past.
It all will be revealed.
The ticking of the clock.
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But the clocks always bicker.
This little dumpy sergeant so prompt and so precise he calls me once with vigor but he never calls me twice.