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My house is four beautiful walls
I sat in it and watched closely
The beautiful paintings gave away
At the tickling arm of time
To the very beautiful bricks.

Then I watched again,
The beautiful bricks made way
To the beautiful sand.

I was shocked and dumbfounded,
In confusion I asked,
Oh! beautiful sand why must you surround me
Even in my house?

The beautiful sand responded,
Oh, because I constitute
Even your beautiful home.