Longest arm of the clock squeaks,
Hurrying to catch the running time,
Sun's yellow deepens quietly into orange,
Avoiding the shorter route to darkness,
Blunt of the wind sharpens to bite,
And the bare-chested creatures retreat,
For the lights are also about to go,
The switch is turned off,
They can
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