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Taylor Vitunic Time ChangedOn the wall a clock locked behind a lock In a dusty old room filled with old clothes and a broom Above a ruined toy left behind by a boy Once a proud castle that used to startle And awaken imagination, has reached its destination Walls moldy and rotten long since quickly forgotten Dark time flies by in the room away from the sky
All the clock can do Is but tick and tock Counting the time changed
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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