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Responsible for life and time
The clock ticks calm but straight
It's winded up by fate itself
To lead all things as set
Dreams sprout tall so beautiful
To wither and fall off
Old and dusty, creaky and rough
This clockwork will not rest
Gone and banned from home again
The riddles answer in my hand
Forsaken but this way ends just with the life of mine
A path as long as burdensome
To find my salvation
From haunting questions, disillusions,
Fears, that veil my mind
Acting like a blinded sage
But feeling like a child
My eyes set to the horizon
Searching for my fate
Only one question will be in the end
Eternal silence or pure perfection?
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