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Sands of Time

Smelling like perfume
And your lips as soft as rose petals
Painting me in the memory of your mind
Trying to forever remain lost in time
 
Years have past
Our love overgrown with weeds & grass
Picking up a photograph of who we used to be
Our love story lost at sea
 
Giving you my hand
Giving me your understanding
We’re left here standing
With sands of the hour glass
Slipping through our hands.

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