Favourite Hour

Figure hanging on a leather band

Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand

Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time

Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime



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So stay the hands, arrest the time

'till i am captured by your touch

Blessings i don't count

Small mercies and such

The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour



Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth

Strip and polish this unvarnished truth

The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose

The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse



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Pull out my eyes so i may never spy

Waving branches as they're waving goodbye

Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste

The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste



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