I was born at 6am
With a whole bright day ahead
I know that when the evening comes
You will find me dead
The hour hand has climbed to 12
Now its after noon
It gathers speed on its way down
It will be 6 again quite soon
Will I last 'till 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 or 10
All I know is - What goes up
Is faster coming down again
So here I am at 3pm
And I wonder what's in store
Once the mainspring has gone slack
Who will wind the clock once more?
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