Time was running out and the smiles were gradually fading away
Sleep became a nightmare
For you did not want to miss the rooster's call

The clock stopped ticking and the rain started falling
Dreams became a myth
And the night swallowed their troubles

Time and Tide wait for no man he said,
And wtho are you to tell the sun to not shine too bright
Who are you to tell the rooster to rise an hour early
But who are you not to make the most of the ticking clock

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