But the fact that you stood up to me, looked into my eyes and told me that 'this is what I believe in, I don't really care what you think'. That made me respect you a little more, gave me something to remember you by long after you were gone. It didn't really matter, just like anything else. But it was a little something for you, a little something for me, good enough for you and me.
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I was caught slipping slowly silently Into the quicksands of time
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