| Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme
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| Seeker of reason, reaper of time
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| Born to a spell he walks the beaten path
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| To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind
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| Once on his side time turns to defy
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| In a flash of the lightning he’s come and gone
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| The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry
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| As he’s done a thousand hours before
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| Many dark years, not a vacant hour through
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| War and fear had the bell been ever strayed
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| Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized
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| With the beat of the old man’s heart
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| Man or machine he’s living a dream
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| Forever the clock lives so does he
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| Faces below fade with seasons of long ago
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| Forever awake in his brass bed
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| Who holds the key
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| It’s all a matter of time, is there reason
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| Or Rhyme — is there?
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| Traveler in time another left
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| Behind — you are
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| Tangled in the web of time you’ve
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| Swallowed the pill of illusion
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| Writings so clear on the wall you
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| Waste in seclusion
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| Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot
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| In his eyes now he realize
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| Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry
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| As he’s done a thousand hours before
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| Moon of blue is in the sky
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| West wind he whispers why
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| Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice
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| Lonely win blows through his empty soul
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| He cries a river of tears on the clock below
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| Nothings forever and time will tell
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| His tears rust the clock and he died as well |