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When the music dies
and sounds becomes silent,
where will the piper rest?
In the land of peace or pieces?

When the cock will crow
at the mid of minutes and seconds,
soon or later, later or soon,
time only can tell; as the breeze blow

Where are the old trees in the forest;
sowing the seeds of just and unjust?
where are the stars that shines
bright at night in the blue sky?
do you hear time singing in notes
like the sparrow from afar?
for soon or later, later or soon
time does justifies the tone of their tune

When the music dies
and no one seems to play the dice,
tis time will fly nigh and tick tock
thy deeds with a desired verdict

under the sheets
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