Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme
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Seeker of reason, reaper of time
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Born to a spell he walks the beaten path
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To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind
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Once on his side time turns to defy.
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In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone.
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The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry
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As he's done a thousand hours before.
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Many dark years, not a vacant hour through
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War and fear had the bell been ever strayed,
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Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized
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With the beat of the old man's heart.
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Man or machine he's living a dream
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Forever the clock lives so does he
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Faces below fade with seasons of long ago
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Forever awake in his brass bed.
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Who holds the key.
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It's all a matter of time, is there reason
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Or Rhyme - is there?
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Traveler in time another left
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Behind - you are
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Tangled in the web of time you've
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Swallowed the pill of illusion.
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Writings so clear on the wall you
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Waste in seclusion
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Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot
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In his eyes now he realize.
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Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry
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As he's done a thousand hours before
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Moon of blue is in the sky
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West wind he whispers why
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Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice
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Lonely win blows through his empty soul.
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He cries a river of tears on the clock below
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Nothings forever and time will tell
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His tears rust the clock and he died as well
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Traveler In Time
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| Fates Warning |
