Collect all the shells
strewn about the beach,
the presents of my ocean
sparkling under a blanket of stars
these are the skipped beats of my heart
each time I place my eyes upon you,
they shine bright as falling stars
string them finely upon oue loom of days,
and weave these beats into your song,
birds would quiet to listen,
and tap their little toes
there would be tiny happy tears
for they know it
they have tried to sing it
all their lives.
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