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The Pearl


Uncountable numbers of tides

ripen the pearl.

Till then she hides

within and slumbers.

The waters polish her ,

and bring forth

this tender being,

who grows in silent heeding.

The work is done in ease and grace,

the waves all had a natural pace.

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