---NOT ELIGIBLE FOR CONTEST NON-US RESIDENT--- --- JUST FOR THE EXPERIENCE --- --- SHOULD THIS SOMEHOW GET SELECTED PLEASE DONATE TO A CHARITY OF TIMBALAND'S CHOICE --- I shan't love thee anymore, Thy tears upon the floor, I shall ignore. No longer dost thou hold sway, I cast thee off, love's burdensome play. Thou dost profess devotion so sweet, Then turn and plot, betrayal's deceit. Forgiveness granted, yet wounds remain sore, Not even the gears of time could restore. Like a beggar craving the crumbs of his meal, I await her touch, longing to heal, Only to find shards of my heart torn asunder, Fragments that once bound my soul, now plundered! Alas, in this real year of twenty-twenty-four, Where steam’s romance graces us no more, No clockwork marvels, no brass-bound art, Just a world where dreams fell apart. This song, a mere whisper lost in time, No place for it now in this modern grime. No grand ball where gears spin and glide, No place for a tune where wonders reside. [Bridge = Variation] The dance halls are filled with screens aglow, The rhythm of life, cold and hollow. What chance does a ballad of love’s despair, Have in a world that’s forgotten to care? [Abridged Hook] If only the clocks had stopped their cruel pace, If only we had found a different space, Where melodies could rise on steam’s embrace, And not be lost to a digital waste. For in this age, it’s just noise and clamor, A world where songs no longer enamor. And so this tune shall fade, unheard, unseen, In a future where magic was never to have been. I see thee not anymore, Nor do I heed fate's ever-changing score. Thy presence is naught but a ghost in my mind, No longer shall I seek love’s tether to bind. Thou dost profess devotion so sweet, Then turn and plot, betrayal’s deceit. Forgiveness granted, yet wounds remain sore, Not even the gears of time could restore. Like a beggar craving the crumbs of his meal, I await her touch, longing to heal, Only to find shards of my heart torn asunder, Fragments that once bound my soul, now plundered! For in this age, it’s just noise and clamor, A world where songs no longer enamor. And so this tune shall fade, unheard, unseen, In a future where magic was never to have been. I see thee not anymore, Nor do I heed fate's ever-changing score. Thy presence is naught but a ghost in my mind, No longer shall I seek love’s tether to bind. Thou dost profess devotion so sweet, Then turn and plot, betrayal’s deceit. Forgiveness granted, yet wounds remain sore, Not even the gears of time could restore. Like a beggar craving the crumbs of his meal, I await her touch, longing to heal, Only to find shards of my heart torn asunder, Fragments that once bound my soul, now plundered!
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