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what's o'clock
Cherishing what is,
The wise man sees it depart
Without emotion.
The wise man sees it depart
Without emotion.
Time is rhetoric,
A mad logician's plaything.
O pitiful world!
A mad logician's plaything.
O pitiful world!
Listen to the wind;
Man has not learnt to measure
The wind of his thought.
Man has not learnt to measure
The wind of his thought.
Blowing asunder,
Yet we shall be as the air
Still undivided.
Yet we shall be as the air
Still undivided.
Sleep until day-spring.
With morning we start again,
Another ten years.
With morning we start again,
Another ten years.
