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moves the tree outside my window like a mirror to my dying soul. In a flash I see your face but then it's gone. I close my eyes and hope that you might one day see me, too. If nothing else then just in a sweet moment, remembering... |
the sands of time running out struggling to stay back together being pulled down by millions of other sand corns fighting the same hopeless battle. But as the sands of time we know that our time together will all too soon run out. |
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