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Nostalgia
The hammer hits the gong
when the hands point at twelve
on the clock of the old.
He sits near the fireplace
where the fire itself lost the spirit,
holding a crystal glass
with whiskey floating, the ice cubes clinking,
and a tear rolling down...
when the hands point at twelve
on the clock of the old.
He sits near the fireplace
where the fire itself lost the spirit,
holding a crystal glass
with whiskey floating, the ice cubes clinking,
and a tear rolling down...
