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The clockmaker winds his final spring
Ticks traded for silence, a broken thing
The town hall chimes with a hollow tone
A sermon for the hours we’ve disowned
Oh, Power Town, your gears won’t grind
Time’s a thief, and we’re left behind
The hands spin fast, but the soul stays slow
A joke only the clockmaker knows
