Nightmare hour

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"Nightmare hour"

On the spot, goes the clock

Hear the tick, melts the wick

Every hour, dying flower

Every minute, almost finished

Cold as ice, white as rice

So very still, waiting til'

The time has collapsed, draining power,

Don't you know it's nightmare hour?

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