The footprints I will leave,
In the sands of time,
Will be something you wont believe,
Will be something from my prime.
They will make you want to clap,
'Cause I'll be at my peak,
To find them you'll need a map,
The adventure isn't for the weak.
To find the footprints that I left,
In those sands of mine,
Through my thoughts you'll have to sift,
On days when the sun still shines.
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