My sideboard clock needs winding up
I really miss that chime
So long a steady trusted piece
Now speaks of someone else’s time
In the early hours of many a day
This numbered dial kept time for me
A beating wing of flying by
A beating wing of flying by
Where past and futures turned by key
Short or long a momentary gauge
Attracts the dancing glancing eye
How much more or how much left
Conductor of the wistful sigh
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