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Your life is like so much sand on a beach
When the wave comes snatches your grain
Your life is over
I won't go gently
I won't go sober
The many rayed fingers of sunlight reaches, clutches my vision when near
'Til the clouds cover over and it all disappears
I've been in contact
Seen in contrast
The manifested contract
Of many death ordered bomb blast
The children
In the school died
Curled up in their seats
They were buried
Like so much sand on a beach
