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The goal of vanity
Whoa, she wove her web
Good sand in the hour glass
So shapely the our
The Way we fell through the twisting of time
A bitter sweet decent
Fading glory
what will sand, wind and memoria
Say of US...
Written by
Ajibade Da Silva  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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