Sands of Time

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                          In the twilight of the year, the grains of sand are
                             falling down. But, if we turn the glass around
                                   we will see the glory of new dawns.
                                      Let's wait to hear the mellow
                                        chord that pulses with new
                                          rains.   Not brood about
                                            days since gone, we'll
                                                         never 
                                                          see
                                                         again.
                                                    Just turn the
                                                 glass around once
                                             more,   to restore the
                                     golden grain to fall.  Each tiny 
                         speck of brown will fall and slowly trickle down
                Don't mourn that precious time that flows,  for everybody
           knows. What goes around will come around if we turn the glass around 

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