Victorian Clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tockGoes the clock
The beautiful gift of yesteryear
Crafted and created by hands
With the power of God's sight
His gift to the craftsman
A thing so beautiful and bold
To be given away instead of hold
But cherished it will be
By the one who is to receive
For it is not the beauty
They do seek
But the chimes
It does speak
For the blind girl cannot adore
The beauty that's instore
So the pretty music she most admires
With a great big smile to share
As she receives what is prepared
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Goes the clock
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