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THE HOURGLASS NEAR EMPTY,
GRAINS OF TIME REMAIN.
TO SIT AND WATCH,
TIME SLIP BY,
PASSING THROUGH THE VESSELS NECK,
THE SANDS MOVING FASTER.
THE TOP NOW EMPTY,
THE BOTTOM FULL,
FOR A MOMENT..
TIME STANDS STILL.
WITH DEFT OF HAND,
AND TURN IT OVER,
THE SANDS DO FLOW AGAIN.
SO TO IN LIFE,
TO MAKE THE CHOICE,
TO START OUR LIVES AGAIN.
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THE EMPTY HOURGLASS
THE EMPTY HOURGLASS
