I had one
It appeared that the oyster
couldn't do much to hide its sheen
When I showed it to you
your lips parted and I saw
pearls all around
Then on a dull summer day
you said its pretty useless to read
the same story over again
Your shrug of shoulders did much
to cover a growing stress
Until you finally said the pearl has lost
its midas touch
And that days are more yellowy in autumn
than being gold
So the mist rose
covering the bridge the lake the cottage
of my dream
I had one simple choice to make
I threw the pearl back to where
it came from
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