You think its luck,
When you find the beauty of the shell.
The oranges, pinks, and pearls,
And even the browns of a snail.

You take it with you;
You sacrifice so it, you won’t have to sell.
You polish it all the time,
Just to keep the beauty of the shell.

Without it,
Your life’s a living hell.
So you try to stay with it;
Stay with the beauty of the shell.

But one day,
You lose the shell,
And your life seems gone;
Lost, like he beauty of the shell.

You look for it,
But to no avail.
You have to try to face it!
You lost the beauty of the shell.
 
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