Then my shoes --
Would Overflow with Pearl
It’s led them to me
That sea shell held in their hand
Spilling out beneath us
Is the roughness of the sand
Yolked in the sky
The sun and moon will mourn
And cast their gaze across
My silver figure on the shore
About the Creator
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