brings up castles in the sand,
when the magic is on the move,
lovely cathedrals are built so soon.
Big and tall that stay ahead,
well all fall flat in the monstrous gaze,
when the small and delligent take there stand,
it makes a man out of an infant.
so my rose please donot be sad,
when the magic is in your lap,
when the real hour will come,
all but you would laugh and stand."
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