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This is the start
The beginning, the part
When everything’s fresh
And you did your best
Before anyone knew
You had a clue
That this was it
Nerves flipped, way down in your stomach pit
Ideas to reality, work to success
Critics first doubted, but NOW they're impressed
You had to 'make them believe'
Like a fairy tale lead
Years of perspiration and winkles, on worn rolled up sleeves
Hands get filthy when one builds impossible dreams
Dirt plus work equals the birth of great things!
A thought sprouted and grew like a tree
High up in the clouds and far below, though most still can’t see
The roots that anchor and nourish our reality
