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There is a castle that sits in the sand,
built by human hands.

It stands firm and strong,
walls sturdy and hardy
like a fortress to defend and to please.

It reaches upward upward toward the sky
full of dreams and visions
of dazzling knights and soft princes
where even the dragons are light shades of green

'It's beautiful', they say.
'It's steadfast', they affirm.
'It's right and true and good'.

This is the hope that we have thus been waiting for.
This is the hope we've found.

But it is a castle built by human hands.
It is a castle that sits in the sand.


And -
(it is sand.)