I am the sand inside your glass
I am the sand clock that measures your wasted time
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each time you think I am done
you turn me upside down
and everything starts from the beginning
inside your unbreakable glass
but I am fire as well
they can't put me out
they steal me...
my Prometheuses burn down
toward their destination
of never reaching
to give me away....
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