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The hour (common symbol: h or hr) is a unit of measurement of time. In modern usage, an hour comprises 60 minutes, or 3,600 seconds. It is approximately 1/24 of a mean solar day.
An hour in the Universal Coordinated Time (UTC) time standard can include a negative or positive leap second, and may therefore have a duration of 3,599 or 3,601 seconds for adjustment purposes.
Although it is not a standard defined by the International System of Units, the hour is a unit accepted for use with SI, represented by the symbol h.
The Middle English word ure first appears in the 13th century, as a loanword from Old French ure, ore, from Latin hora. Hora, in turn, derives from Greek ὥρα ("season, time of day, hour"). In terms of the Proto-Indo-European language, ὥρα is a cognate of English year and is derived from the Proto-Indo-European word *i̯ēro- ("year, summer").
The ure of Middle English and the Anglo-French houre gradually supplanted the Old English nouns tīd (which survives in Modern English as tide) and stund. Stund is the progenitor of stound, which remains an archaic synonym for hour. Stund is related to the Old High German stunta, from Germanic *stundō ("time, interval, while").
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i've drunk this moon this sky
from the final glass tonight
i breathe this air one last time
before we slip away
soak up the stars, wilted flowers
from the place i watched endless crumbling hours
this mind this world soon to know
the end of their decay
so we all hold hands and one by one
we'll lead each other down
the spiral staircase clockwork steps
of twisting blind descent
and we think we escape
some maelstrom above
but it's inside
it's us
miserable whirlpool
underground we delve
the hypnotic journey
that should be deep into ourselves
to discover what we always knew
our world above will follow too
utopia's not a dream
as long as it's without us
i never want to see
another bleeding face
i never thought i'd know
the pain that i deserve
but inside i know we'll never learn
if we could we'd start again
then watch it burn
hearts and words