Count Sand
Time lost, pain gained - Do you have to grow old to be sane - I count sand, you do the sheep - I am awake, my dreams never sleep - Mares at night, saved by the day - My sweat, my voice, my breath, my choice - Who cries them self awake, why the world, for the take - We live life by the sound, the selfish boundaries, in greed we are bound - I wish, i hope and i want, my queue, seven billion people - Far is far too the 2th long
poem by Unic Cjonr
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