Soft as sand through an hourglass it floats through the air to slide over my skin,
I breath deep and let it into my weary soul,
Tine has no meaning as it spreads like fire though my veins.
Sweeter then any sugar it inhabits every tear I cry,
Beautiful as a butterfly’s lonely song it glides across my lips.
So let the music play and fill me to the brim.
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