Tick-tock around the clock...
Those two are always going
Like day and night,
Like black and white,
Like love and hatred
Hand in hand
Together.
As a man is born to die
The “tick” is made to fly
Away to let the “tock”
Get on its way...
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick tock...
Tick-Tock
© Copyright: Дитрих Липатс, 2004
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