Hourglass
Your footstep's are in hourglass away,Time is what seperates one another. Afraid too much time away one will forget,Your face that smile I don't remember the sound of your voice. Can't smell your sent never to talk again,And hourglass away so far. Your footsteps were cut short,Now I have to wait until the hourglass is filled and its my turn.
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