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Afraid of permanence yet permanently myself

Tick tock goes the clock

Permanently myself

He often wondered if time could really tell

Learned it the hard way

All was, unfortunately, well

Hear the rain, pelting, dripping, dropped?

Like the children running into class

Time itself had stopped

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