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Slip it in on now, the sand soft flow
Untouched that white pure and original
Of earth's time taken from the past all
Has changed the days lap and more the years
That keep a secret as the heart clears,
The place of love for it as years go.
But memory, always has the gone, stored
And pall holds it dead, and silence , shut!
But let go now , the past, let me ride
The wind! the wind always pour the sand:
That outflow, narrowly, slipping in there
The dustless has you counted, therein,
Each small dirt knows where way the whole life went
And now, from here to there, how revolving life will be.