Lyrics, Linguistics and Lexical Genius
Sunday, September 16, 2012
On The Hands Of A Clock
When time advances, fate can’t seal
When time reverses, wounds won’t heal
When time stands still, trees don’t grow
Clock-hands clutch on and never let go
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