Sands Of Our Time
By John M Lennon
Crushed crying man
Looking in the mirror
Feeling the pouring sands, from my hands
My time now slipping away
Just like you, and my love held true that day
Now it's every way I look
But it was the last one that really took
It was looking into your eyes, with each tear you cried
As we said our goodbyes
And that is the sands that slipped through my hands
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