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"The hours slip away like sand in my hands,
and here I wait for you, in my tyrannical verses.
Perhaps you are only an echo in the wind,
but my love secretly rises, immense.
"The hours slip away like sand in my hands,
and here I wait for you, in my tyrannical verses.
Perhaps you are only an echo in the wind,
but my love secretly rises, immense.
RE: Maybe at this hour you are sleeping