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Sep 2010
Brick by brick my tower grows,
workers have come workers have gone,
but brick by brick my tower grows,
It is built strong it is built high,
In pure hopes it can one day reach the sky.
Although I know it is bad to have impossible dreams,
but as long as I do not have that mentality,
impossible is nothing it seems.
Written by
Seb Garcia
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