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Time is great laughing man
Who runs zig zag through eternity,
Plucks souls from perfection and devours them whole
Born down the long dark tube and into
A deep pit of people who eat and sleep and grow
And try to learn and think and make
But all the while, being worn down, worn out, worn away
I am trapped in the belly of a great laughing man
And everything here is in sad little boxes
Confined between beginnings and ends,
Divided into yesterdays,
And splintered into seconds
I crave the whole that lies beyond
And am maddened by his heartís incessant
Tick, tick, tick

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