One day they're here
The next they disappear
The world's an illusion
With no conclusion
Once, a heart in my hands
The next, it turns into fine sand
Nothing lasts forever I see
For even love shall be blown to sea
Once, a key kept locked in my chest
Now it's been sold to the west
Will I ever see the key to my treasure?
Probably not ever till my time has measure.
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