Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died,
In the broad Sea ebbed and flowed the tide,
Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea,
And the slow years sailed by and ceased to be
The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power to tell
just when the hands will stop,
at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.
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