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The Melancholy Times Of A Steampunk Clock

A clock once chimed at every hour
Driven by gears, cogs and springs
steam once flowed through this clock
Powering its arms with each tick and tock
It was a magnificent sound for all to hear
Its ticks and tocks and lovely song
Once sounded for its townsfolk on the streets below
How an unholy digital sound is heard now
Not ticks and tocks and sounds of bells
Modern times ended its marvelous reign
It brought it digital times and the good clocks had fell
How one would marvel and wish for times again when the clocks were heard and it chimed again.
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