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My heart is captured in a sandglass
small pieces running through my hand
Like the days passing by so rapidly
the foundation has turned into sand
The waves of time just a memory
along with the castles on the shore
What was visual in the eve's sunset
will be seen in the sunrise no more
My heart is conquered and lonely
like the hours in sandcastle land
Life has no significance anymore
I am caught in the glass of sand.
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Painting:Miranda the tempest by J.W Waterhouse 1916
Music: Copyright Alain Lemay © All Rights Reserved 2003