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Tongue on Time
In silence as I went to sleep
beneath the winds of still
cold grave of Autumn's chill
with my tongue on time
as the pendulum bleeps
beneath the winds of still
cold grave of Autumn's chill
with my tongue on time
as the pendulum bleeps
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