Ticking chimes of restful sleep

Upon the wavering of the crime

sat still the wanting crying chime,

that knelt the fallen play;

for to the pray of many cards

were hands adorn with many scars,

over wanting a needing way;

and to the wrecking tethered ball

the song of lies played out for all,

over many a sleeping prey.

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