Tick tick tock the hour glass is fading
Tick tick tock the minutes are a wading
Tick tick tock the seconds turn to dust
Tick tick tock the memories go combust
Tick tick tock I'm running out of time
Tick tick tock I have to do this climb
Tick tick tock where to find this clock
Tick tick tock it's behind this lock
Tick tick tock this sound will never end
Tick tick tock it leaves me in a bend
Tick tick tock my mind turns to silence
Tick tick tock it's ready for guidance
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