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The Sands of Time

the grains on the glass like the people of the town they all look alike but no one is they trapped in the glass but they call it home they all fall one way 'til time is up then they go the other way why do they all go the same way why not find a leader to lead them out, of the pain of following the rest someone has to fight or there isn't anything left fight for what you love be better than the rest

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