But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime:'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me

All that we are not stares back at what we are

But in my arms till break of dayLet the living creature lie,Mortal, guilty, but to meThe entirely beautiful.

Let mortals beware of wordsFor with words we lieCan speak peaceWhen we mean warBut song is trueLet music for peaceBe the paradigmFor peace means changeAt the right time

If there are any of you at the back who do not hear me, please don't raise your hands because I am also nearsighted.