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I stand upon my tower
It is strong and tall
Built brick by brick, year by year
I know it will not fall
But something seems wrong
My tower leans and sways
And now that I look I can clearly see
My bricks are just paper mache
My tower leans harder
As the strong winds blow
It crumbles and falls now
I topple down to the ground below