THE City clocks point out the hours They look like moons on their darkened towers- And I who was shown my destination Thrice, but have no sense of location, Am back again at one or the other Looming clocks that have changed the figure. Moments a thousand have hurried over, And the sought place is as far as ever. The City clocks point out the hours They look like moons on their darkened towers; That Time and Place are a tangled skein Their mingled strokes say over again.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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