The pendulum of time swings back and forth
and touches all those who regard it's worth.
There isn't any indication of when it will stop
because none can foretell that time of the clock.
It includes all living creatures that move along
and there are some who recall it with a song.
In so many ways they're somehow involved
as they know without it nothing gets resolved.
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