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Where we stand
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Walking along the grains of sand that trickle away into oblivion
We always find the same one that passed,
Meeting in a endless loop of a moment
You and I were to live in
We are endless, stuck in a lapse of moments
We call them memories
To be heard no words are to be spoken
It's a warm gaze and a soft touch to the soul it's more than
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