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My Grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
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So it stood ninety years on the floor
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It was taller by half than the old man himself
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Yet it weighed not a penny’s weight more
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It was bought on the morn’ that my grandpa was born
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And was always his treasure and pride
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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Ninety years without slumbering
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His life seconds numbering
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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 the close of each week to be wound
Yes it kept in its place with 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
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was blooming for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we stood there and watched by his side
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died