| My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
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| So it stood ninety years on the floor
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| It was taller by half than the old man himself
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| Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
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| It was bought on the morn' of the day that he was born
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| And was always his treasure and pride
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| But it stopped, short, never to go again
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| When the old man died
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| Ninety years without slumbering — tic toc tic toc
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| His life’s seconds numbering — tic toc tic toc
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| It stopped, short, never to go again
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| When the old man died
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| It was bought on the morn' of the day that he was born
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| And was always his treasure and pride
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| But it stopped, short, never to go again
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| When the old man died
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| Ninety years without slumbering — tic toc tic toc
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| His life’s seconds numbering — tic toc tic toc
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| It stopped, short, never to go again
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| When the old man died |