The clock stops at 11:56/
An ancient story, a forever kiss/
The gold trim never questioned it's hands/
The seconds ticked by until they made time stand.
And still it stayed, and still it called/
So we stay frozen so we don't fall/
The wind blows through the trees/
It plays with the swings and rustles the leaves.
The clock stops at 11:56/
It's something that won't move...
Something that we can't fix...
Something we might not even miss...
Mixed with an ancient story and forever kiss.
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