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Must I turn the world around to have a second try?
The golden grains are rushing far away Tumbled and tossed they pour down to one fate It can’t be stopped; the dust escapes its cage Soon all that is left will be a glass made empty Falling beneath my grasp of control I see it shifting, sinking, sifting Till it has vanished Like time Lost Like love Till it has disappeared I feel it slipping, slowly dripping Failing beyond my efforts to heal it Soon all that remains will be a heart left empty It can’t be saved; the life flees from the soul Broken and torn until it meets a bitter end This relationship is drifting to its death Must I turn earth upside down to have another chance?
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