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KEEPER OF TIME

On the edge of silence
Is the place in which I stand
Glaring at the hour glass
As my life lays in piles of sifted sand
Never know how many times
The glass will overturn
Leaving me to watch once more
My soul awaits, forlorn
For the moment that wretched keeper of time
Stands still eternally
No longer turning end over end
And the forsaken shall no longer be