Time
Every day we live through
Is a memory of our past
A memory of laughing
A memory for crying
For those
Whose time couldnt last
Though time is simply
Life itself
We think nothing of it at all
But in everyones hourglass
The sand......
It constantly falls....
Is a memory of our past
A memory of laughing
A memory for crying
For those
Whose time couldnt last
Though time is simply
Life itself
We think nothing of it at all
But in everyones hourglass
The sand......
It constantly falls....
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