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death, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, grim reaper, hour glass, Night Owl Poetry, poetry, Sands of Time, time
Do not fear the sands of time
As they slip between this glass
Time is only borrowed
All good things must pass
To yet another journey
Another land set far away
A place to find your hidden soul
That life has led astray
Yes, follow us and ride the night
As you take your one last breath
We have come to bring you home
Eternity, in the land of death
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