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On the faraway isle of past
The sands of time blew away,
Taking with them a thousand
Footprints from the yesterday.

The distant sound of music
And the distant roar of laughter
Dissolved into the sea breeze
That I won’t feel hereafter.

The water still washes up the shore,
The stars still shine duty-bound,
The air still smells of the salty sea,
But the jolly shadows are not around.

The pearls of a fair necklet,
Once bound by the string of fate,
Lie scattered by the ravages of time
Now on the isles of present state.

The grains of sand are slipping fast
Through my icy fingers – numb and cold.
Oh how I wish to freeze the time,
To hold all that one can ever hold!

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