Constant as the sands of time, falling grain by grain .Higher than the skies above, that bring the springtime rain. Countless as the twinkling stars, scattered across the night. Hotter than the searin... View MoreConstant as the sands of time, falling grain by grain .Higher than the skies above, that bring the springtime rain. Countless as the twinkling stars, scattered across the night. Hotter than the searing sun which burns by day so bright. Tender as a lover's touch with passion at its peak .More helpless than a newborn babe lying young and weak .Lovely as the sweetest bird singing loves sweet song.
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