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Upon the nightstand by my bed
There sits an antique hourglass Now, dear, don't be fooled This is no normal hourglass Instead of sand falling down It now falls up An unsettling occurence What a glorious mystery But to me the meaning is lost What is there in the past I'm meant to see? I don't have time to see and wonder Ah It is there The message may lie Look back In this fast pace towards tomorrow
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