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Walking along the grains of sand that trickle away into oblivion

We always find the same one that passed,

Meeting in a endless loop of a moment

You and I were to live in 

We are endless, stuck in a lapse of moments

We call them memories 

To be heard no words are to be spoken

It's a warm gaze and a soft touch to the soul it's more than