Sitting on a shining wall,
there was a rusting clock.
And people came from all around
to try to make it stop.
They stoned, and shelled, and shouted,
but the wall was all that fell,
and the clock remained unrouted,
in the sky above the knell.
All men had cursed the wretched clock,
because they knew it would not stop.
And now the men and wall are gone,
but still the clock keeps ticking on.
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