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A stone arises slowly from a rock Cold and grey Stones wear down to a sand with time Cold and grey The sand falls through the fisted palm Which only dust remains on The dust catches the sweat From the other palm Cold and grey In the crowd where The single one is useless Hard as stone From the crowd of individuals Where everybody's a king A grip of dust covered palms A mound of stones hard as a rock A grip of dust covered palms How many people touch in the crowd Do you think?
From Letras Mania