When I was young I stood on sand
And for support held onto dust
But when the dust drew back its hand
This earth I could no longer trust
For in the eve all suns will sink
And tears of grief will never rest
The greatest minds will cease to think
And with them die what they possessed
Yet all this pain will fade away
When ticking clocks need tick no more
And life, we learn, is but a phase
Of waiting at that golden door
And so the dust my hands will free
That they might grasp eternity
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