I'm like a grain of sand
Neglected, buried to the end of land.
And zillion skillion of moments
Are firmly resting in my hand.
The murky space is weakly gleaming
The light of stars is calling me.
And somewhere there my craft is loosing
The sight of right way in the sea.
So through this worldspace so detached
My iron ship is slowly moving
It's not a fairy craft alas
But it's in love as me I'm sure.
I m like a grain of sand
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