Dark of Morning
Oh, the clock it goes tick tock,
Records passage of time.
Good for keeping pass of day,
Good for writing rhyme.
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But my paltry words aside,
The clock's, to some, a toy.
For not all exist in time's flow,
And one of them's a boy.
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Old and young, for him time's stopped,
Look up at London's sky.
Look up and see him in the night,
Watch and see him fly.
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Watch him laugh at Ben so big,
Watch him return here and there.
London changes over years,
But he is always there.
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So here I watch Big Ben strike twelve,
Begun has a new day.
I look up at new morning's sky,
To once more find my way.
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I search for a small second star,
I search for morning's light.
But the dark's still here, no boy is seen,
No glowing dust so bright.
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So in my age I linger still,
In London, city grand.
Looking for the light of morn,
Looking for Neverland.
