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Footprints in the Sand | ||
| A barefoot walk upon the sand Along the ocean's lapping edge Can give one cause to understand He cannot steps forever pledge. The transitory life we lead Is echoed in the prints we leave. Though some are crisp and firm indeed, They too shall pass and we shall grieve. The sea of time rolls on and on. It's hard for one to leave his mark. But when our life and work is gone We may find light instead of dark. | ||
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