Of citadels and dreams
We build a million citadels and castles in the air
We conjure vibrant dreams out of many nights’ sleep
We think and envisage our to be celebrated future
We hope, we work and we nurture, we dream
We wait for our dreams to take tangibility
We crave for the castles to acquire the contour
We pine for the future we saw to be at hand
We then cry in joy, we endeavor to better.
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