Will keep falling yesterday
Even if tomorrow clears.
The clock that ticks properly,
Like a clock's supposed to tick
Has already been replaced
By its own propriety.
The house that looks as it does,
As if it were the same house
It always was, never is.
When quiet like this, it's more
The quiet house years ago
Than the noisy house last night.
The disposition is this.
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