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In the fog of Whitechapel, where the lamplights fade,

Eleanor bends over gears she has carefully made.

Silver hands and brass-born dreams in a quiet little shop,

Every ticking in the shadows makes the whole world stop.

(Pre-Chorus)

She feels the heartbeat of the hours near,

Whispers of tomorrow calling soft and clear.

And though the night may tremble, cold and worn,

Inside her chest a brighter time is born.

(Chorus)

’Cause time belongs to Eleanor,

Every gear sings her name like a distant lore.

Between fate and darkness, she stands alone—

Yet her spirit can shift the flow of stone.

Oh Eleanor… the time belongs to you.

(Verse 2)

A man steps through the future’s door,

A coat of magenta-blue he wore.

Eyes like storms and a heart undone,

Gabriel’s shadow meets hers as one.

(Pre-Chorus)

His compass trembles when she speaks,

Her voice rewrites the broken weeks.

He walks the timelines just to say—

Without her light, he fades away.

(Chorus)

’Cause time belongs to Eleanor,

One glance from her opens every door.

Across the ages, though worlds divide,

Gabriel carries her through the tide.

Oh Eleanor… the time belongs to you.

(Bridge)

When London sleeps, her clockwork wakes,

Turning destiny with quiet shakes.

Two hearts woven in a ticking rhyme,

Bound forever in the breath of time.

(Final Chorus)

Yes, time belongs to Eleanor,

And the world sings her story evermore.

She holds the silence of silver skies,

Till the dark falls still and the future lies

In Eleanor…

For time belongs to you.