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Gold and silver
Can not mend the day.
They are but a whisper
That sounds when you've lost your way.
That crashing, flashing sound
Of poison in the well.
My friends you have fallen
From the sound of the music.
The sound of the blossom
From whence we all came.
Our tree is dying.
It's trunk is dry, it's roots are rotting in the ground.
I know my time's done gone by.
It passed before my grandfather died.
My clock is out of time.
It's face is young, but it's soul is old.
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