The moment we had,
the moment's passed
the moments we lost
Stepping in the sand,
The surf on my feet,
Washes the moments away
There's only gray,
I would like some absolutes
are there imprecise truths?
Read between the lines,
See the signs,
Made in the sand,
As it all washes away....
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