Old clock, you tick steady on the mantle
Taking footsteps, first left then right
One following endlessly the other
Counting away the seconds through the night;
Old clock, you do not wander
Though the days may be stormy or fine
You march on slowly but remorselessly
Following the same straight line;
Old clock, your mission is never ending
Though skies grow black or snows glisten
Your clockwork heart will still be beating
When I am no longer there to listen
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