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Life
like time a grain of sand running through an hour glass we watch ourselves growing old yet in our hearts we stay young every second becomes a moment our dreams eternity hours pass like eons and the years slip by in dreams death is only passing a minute in a day life is like that moment a drifting grain of sand sifting throught the creases to another deserts sands
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