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a bell sounds somewhere inside me ding ding ding a clock strikes I can't hear the time ding ding how many strokes? ding ding no, wait don't turn back into a pumpkin - not yet. |
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A rock stands, out in the sea: proud and unyeilding. You and I - this is my rock island. No sea-storm can destroy us - though time and water may wash it away and erode strength into sand - no force of nature can conquer it completely. From stone to sand, and sand to glass; we will hold the cycle - from ocean into fire - forever. |