Morte a Venezia
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we once had one of those...
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in my father's house.
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The aperture
through which the sand runs is so tiny...

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that first it seems
as if the level in the upper glass...

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never changes.
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To our eyes, it appears
that the sand runs out...

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only at the end...
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and until it does,
it's not worth thinking about.

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Till the last moment...
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when there's no more time...
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when there's no more time left
to think about it.


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