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NUMBERS

We met inside of the hourglass.
One of many grains of sand.

Were we formed from the same stone?
Now time,is what we call our home.

She shivers here inside my hold,
and asks I never let her go.

Though gravity will always win,
and pull you from my arms again.

Even if I lived a millennium,

I'd lose you every century.

These numbers can't reach high enough.

Time won't let you stay with me.......

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