Here in time,

you are mine;

my heart has not

sung louder.

I do not know

why I love you so –

the clock knows not

its hour.

 

Yet it is clear,

to all that’s here,

that time is told

by seeing.

 

Even though

clocks do not know,

it is the reason

for their being.

 

– Lullabies, Lang Leav

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