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The silence of the desert
And the clearness of the sky
Can not be justified within this world
You must disregard your eye
You must hear it with your ear
You must smell it with your nose
You must breathe in your lungs
And feel it on your clothes
You must taste it with your mouth
And place it on your tongue
To taste the sands of time when they were once young
It tells of a time long before you
When the sand of this land
Was placed in the hand
Of some people whom I knew
The names right now escape me
But it’s foolish even to tell
For these men who taste the sands of time
Will wind up deaf to smell
Deaf to taste, to touch, to sight and sound
And their existence buried, with no where to be found
Just a stretch of sand across a land
Not an ear, a nose, or a tongue to call upon the human hand
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