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Clock Chimes
Why do the clock hands move so slow
As I count the minutes until I may go
Into the arms of the one I adore
In hopes that I must leave him nevermore
Why do seconds seem now to taunt me
When a love so precious has come to be
If there was a magic, I would be so inclined
To close my eyes and wish away time
I gaze and it seems the pendulum stopped
Such a vial tormentor is this here clock
Waiting for chimes to sound a call
Entranced by this silly tick from the hall
Yet sometime soon it will be time
To bid farewell to this jailer of mine
A carefree heart goes to love at last
Forgetting clock chimes in echoes of the past
~THE FLOWING PEN~
7-15-04
As I count the minutes until I may go
Into the arms of the one I adore
In hopes that I must leave him nevermore
Why do seconds seem now to taunt me
When a love so precious has come to be
If there was a magic, I would be so inclined
To close my eyes and wish away time
I gaze and it seems the pendulum stopped
Such a vial tormentor is this here clock
Waiting for chimes to sound a call
Entranced by this silly tick from the hall
Yet sometime soon it will be time
To bid farewell to this jailer of mine
A carefree heart goes to love at last
Forgetting clock chimes in echoes of the past
~THE FLOWING PEN~
7-15-04
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Clock Chimes
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