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The Clock in Your Hall - Miles Laroque
The clock in your hall
still ticks the same
Though I've not crossed your floor
It never missed a beat for me
Not even when you swore
Its chime still calls at half past two
Like when you made your tea
I wonder if it marks the hours
Since you stopped loving me
The hands don't shake
They just repeat
Like dancers made of brass
Angry
The clock in your hall keeps time
with me
