She collected sea shells, I collected sand

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She collected sea shells

I collected sand

She searched for the perfect one

I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket

A basket she did whirl

Mine was filled with tiny grains

Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning

Me, just late at night

She adored the sunrise

I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened

My alarm clock didn’t ring

I woke to a rising sun

It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline

My bucket in my hand

It’s then I saw her gorgeous face

While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell

And watched her eyes grow wide

She held out her basket

I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me

And gathered in her hand

I held out my bucket

She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening

We walk along the shore

She told me that she loves me

And her I do adore

So if you see us out there

Strolling hand in hand

Know...she’s collecting sea shells

And I’m collecting sand

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