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Ticking, Tocking

There`s a clock in the back of my mind

Ticking, tocking counting down the time

You have but a moment to spare

Till the long-awaited date is there

See, there`s a plan laid out for me

A path formed carefully, meticulously

I don’t quite know yet the way to go

The Master designer knows precisely though

I`m counting down the moments

In less anxiety than pure excitement

Careful, though to measure each second

Spent on tightening each priceless

I`m waiting in anticipation

For the plan He has in preparation

But even as I`m staying still

I will cherish each one that will

Behind This Piece…

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