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Sometimes the world moves so fast
And the days we greatly long for pass
And within a blink of time we sit, we bore upon the hourglass
Each grain of sand becomes a dream
In which we no longer esteem
Dropping one by one, below the hourglass we so endlessly beam
These aspirations become wraiths
In a body of people losing faith
We lose our grip within our minds and with ourselves, cannot relate
Life takes a hold and sucks us in
Our passions lost in its whirlwind
We must step back and take a breath and let our dreams begin
For we may not ever know the bliss of letting our hearts win
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