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The sand stopped trickling,
The hourglass immovable,
The hands stopped,
The clock silent

Time stands still,
History my only foe,
As I try and go,
To a place I've tried before

Haven't journeyed long,
But it's been a sweet song,
As it built to a crescendo,
As it seemed to flow,
As these things usually go

It ended.
Abruptly.