Tick tock goes the clock
Two dozens a ring
A gray hair, a thing
'Round and 'round the block
Another notch drawn
Another breath gone.
Sweat, grit, dust
All that remain
Wear, tear ,rust
No pain, no gain
Tick goes the pain
Tock goes the gain
But tick it goes again.
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