ticking away
With these words the paper tells
In this curse under spells
Call the nurse the body dwells
At the worst the speak of h ell
For the thirst the angel fell
And with magic the stem rise
With the tragic the flower dies
Systematic time it flies
Problematic truth bearing lies
With wisdom prophet burns
Pupils prison within light turns
Dark prism grows to learn
Within the decision lies concern
To do right left with play
Tis the plight of the days
To do in strife the founded way
With the might of impounded strays
Where lay one maybe few
When done to start a new
Truer words none yet to prove
A blue sun to a yellow hue
A Hymn sung nearer to thee to you
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