i could have spilled pearls
from my pockets but wary
somebody will trip on it
and hurt themselves badly
so i keep playing, friction
is taking its share, i can see
one time i show to the crowd
they love it but i can show few
i couldn't give it away either
so precious for me, a souvenir
hardened tears from mother pearl
a gift of nature i always take care
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