What is in my possession?
Mansions n castles?Â
Glittery gold?Â
Youth n beauty?Â
The dearly beloved?Â
None, I tell you this. They are but grains of sand slipping through my fingers.Â
What is in my possession?Â
Life so long?Â
Filled with memories?Â
Of where and who I belong?Â
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