Twisted Fairy tale

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Just some bread Just a roll For my grandmother No one will know She's been so frail So perhaps I'll grab a pail I'll fill it with water For my grandmother Just a bit of water
Tick Tock Tick Tock On the bell tolls telling me of your end Tick Tock Tick Tock There’s never a way to escape the clock Tick Tock Tick Tock
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