The sands of time are patient They do not rush to war They are not noticed as they sink Farther down the shore We only see their effect In days and centuries past The sands of time are moving We cannot escape their path
Sands
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Evening and Morning
The sun is dipping lower Into the darkened night
The Keeper and the Crown
A cold and stony fortress Stands molding in the forest
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