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Time is dancing around the clock

as the rejected and missing begin to knock

it's the hum of nothing that makes the sound

of the days they lost and never found



It's a knock on the door when no one's home

and the footprints of those who were never known

It's the distant words that were never heard

and the laughter of life that now seems absurd



It's the cold morning air that reaches noone

and days of work that will never be done

It's the fallen tears of an afternoon

That never regained it's place with the midnight dew



To those who were never born , we remember

the innocence lost in a moral surrender

and now we say goodbye to the never existing

but we will all remember , time never stops dancing



~ Dakota



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