Our names are written in the sand
in furious forceful gestures
a little bit of time is all that we demand
for our crooked angry letters
But the waves wash against the shore
to cleanse away the Earth again
the names of men are just no more
All that fury, all in vain
Our names are written in the sand
and like the sand they wash away
foolish is the writing hand
when measured against the passing day
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