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All your dreams, just like sandcastles, can be destroyed
     Whilst they sit on the beach called Hope Bay,
But, like children, we all should start building again,
     With the hope that next time they will stay.

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We may start with one bucket of sand in our heart,
     And we tap it to make it secure,
But we see the cruel sea creeping over the beach
     And it’s bent on destruction for sure. 

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Don’t build all your dreams on the beach called Hope Bay
     For the waves may devour them with greed,
But, just like the child who lives deep in your heart, 
     Try again if you want to succeed.

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