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Oh, yonder the prophet, words are music to our ears,
But among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears

The sermon soothes the simple but the rest are rapt fear,
Oh no, too late to hold a trial, time doesn't wait for the dial

In the best laid plans of lie the ruins of the past
And a chronicle of suffering the mythic pall they cast

To believe is true but to see is truth at last
Oh no, too late to hold a trial, doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial

Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's