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My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born.
It was always his treasure and pride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
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Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life's seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours did he spend as a boy.
In childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his sorrows and joys
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With his blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
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My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found,
For it wasted no time and it had but one desire
At theend of each week to be wound,
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
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It rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
We knew that his spirit was preening for flight
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
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