We'll build a castle on the glassy sand 
Where sea and sky will meet in a hazy line,
We'll shape the towers with our careful hands 
And dream, of living in this place sublime.
The sun will shine upon our little fort, 
The breeze will be gentle on our smiling faces.
We'll feel a joy, that words cannot report,
A bond that time and tide cannot erase. 
But soon the waves will crash upon the shore 
And wash away our castle in a flash, 
We'll watch it disappear and feel a sore.
A pang of loss,  that leaves a bitter gash.
Yet still we'll have the memory of that day,
When we we'll be kings and queens of sand and spray.

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