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Chris

From: Becci

To me time is like water, that wont stay in your hands,
it slip between your fingers, like a sieve thats filled with sand,
its no sooner here than gone, like a running stream,
a never ending river, of places you have been,
a meadow filled with feelings, a forest full of hope,
you could build a city, with the words that you have spoke, 
and make it strong with care,
and bottle up the happiness that floats around the air.
You could keep it close beside you, for times when there is fear
the one you love is near

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