Seashell I walked along the beach one day And found upon the sand A seashell, white and delicate And heavy in my hand For one brief moment I stood still Lost in another time When you gave me a seashell And put your hand in mine I shook my head and, turning, threw The shell into the sea I left them lost beneath the waves - A shell, a tear, a memory.
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