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The Mother-of-Pearl Shell

The dawn that warms the eastern sky
With its rosy tint,
The moon that sails with its pale blue light
And the rainbow with its mysterious glow—
Bestow on the shell their precious gifts,
And, while the sand grows into a pearl,
Not knowing her fate and rocked by the waves,
The mother-of-pearl shell forever weeps.

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