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The footprints of my life will turn to dust and all of my dreams will be forgotten when I am buried beneath the Earth's crust those I'll leave behind will be disheartened the tears shed will silently fade away as the days they live are more reverent I'll be a memory of yesterday and one who is no longer relevant my time will end and eternally pass while the impressions I'll leave disappear to be argued by them through an hourglass as their mortality will interfere my life is always lived and not argued for the time I'll live is never renewed
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