Version B
Hour, you race on by.
Our time began before your end.
Until the tick, which tock's on by,
Resting now would only be a lie.
Knock the door, which opens now,
Not unless the key you won.
Our family stands on holly ground,
With control over all; make sound.
Version A
Hour, you race on by.
Our time began before your end.
Until the tick, which tock's on by,
Resting now would only be a lie.
Knock the door, which opens now,
Not unless the key you won.
Our family stands on holly ground,
With control over all that make sound/s.
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