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It happens ..

If you build them on sea or in the air
One day they will get washed away as you do nothing but stair
I always knew what sand castles were
 
Such, was a castle I build some years ago
Such, was a dream I cultivated some years ago
Such, was a love I'd engraved some years ago
 
I knew the castle wasn't robust enough for the breeze
I made them my celebrations and they buoyed me
 
I knew the castle wasn't durable enough for the current
I made them my heartbeats and they braced me
 
What I didn't know was that sand was not compassionate
It turned out quite destructive The stream came unpredicted
 
But still, my castle hoisted silent
Some wounds it sustained unmoving
 
Who knew that she would raid a thunder
Not knowing it was a blooper
 
The castle is now levelled
The score is now settled
 
I'd called her it was my mistake
I'd made it for her it was my mistake
 
Today I sit on the seaside
Not even a tear still my eyes can leak
 
I'm just another stone now
I'm an indestructible bulk now
 
The bulk that may harm each
The bulk that may ever breach
The bulk that may still reach
 
For the stars, he hoped to preach
For the stars, he hoped to preach...

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