'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.'
For whom the bell tolls.. it tolls for you...
The sands of time trickle slowly thru the hourglass... at first....
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