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And once again the clocks are ringing louder. It will fill this house with sound. And everything that is frozen and gone will surely come back to life in this house. As if there had been no loss, no nervous months of obsession. And my sinful destiny will come to an end. And the prophecies fill my soul before the turn of time. Days and hours and minutes pass. Someone will turn a page in my book. And on a new page for me will appear a man with pure thoughts of his own. The time of life is a burden. Where a lonely man is very painful to be, a man carries a succession of constant resentments. It’s time for gray clouds. They turn the sky gray. And like a heavy burden, they fly over the sky. The river in the distance, the clouds all rush in. Dreams are extinguished and carried away. The clocks are ringing…