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The clock counts the hour

At the old clock tower.

The minute hand moves slowly

finally striking it's mark on eleven

It is now the time of heaven.

eleven:eleven strikes it chime

you can't even hear a dime

as it falls to the floor

and I shut the door.

leaving this clock tower

as the clock counts the hour.

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