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We turn on a clock we've created ourselves while the nature around us seems to sit on a shelf But it's all moving too just on its own time how selfish to assume this world is only mine! We live and we breathe and then our lives are done But the dirt and the rocks continue to run they seem to be the ones having all the real fun! In the light of reality I'm the insignificant one.
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Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
Tectonic Plates
We turn on a clock we've created ourselves while the nature around us seems to sit on a shelf But it's all moving too just on its own time how selfish to assume this world is only mine! We live and we breathe and then our lives are done But the dirt and the rocks continue to run they seem to be the ones having all the real fun! In the light of reality I'm the insignificant one.
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Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
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