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Slipping away like the grains of sand
When i want to hold on tightly in my hand
Would have...
But it will never ever wait nor stand
Away like the westerly breezing away
Unresiding, can never belong to land
A futile chase ...
Many a paces it runs along
With every tik-tok
Will always end up stranded alone
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