NOCTULA - YEARBOOK AT THE END
3. ONE O'CLOCK
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The clock ticked slowly
People danced
The music carried on
The girl stood quietly in the crowd
She felt she was alone

The people danced
The drumbeat played
And happy thoughts
Her mind betrayed

The clock ticked slowly
Lightning flashed
The masses faded grey
She stumbled onward, rhythm blurred
But still she felt away

And happy thoughts
Her mind betrayed

The clock ticked slowly
Mortal lives
Seen melting into blood
The girl knelt down and as she cried
Her tears came as a flood

The people danced
The drumbeat played
And happy thoughts
Her mind betrayed

The clock ticked slowly
Slowly on
The dancing never ceased
And so she drifted out the door
Alone but now released

The people danced
The drumbeat played
But happy thoughts
Her mind now saved