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Little Fingers

The pebbles tickled her tiny feet

As she raced across the sand to pick a shell

Soft waves rolled over one another

Foaming with bubbles of delight at the musical laughter

As she raced across the sand to pick a shell

The pearl’s broken home was no longer empty

Foaming with bubbles of delight at the musical laughter

The waves danced at her feet with growing reverence

The pearl’s broken home was no longer empty

When touched by fingers of magic that eased the pain

The waves danced at her feet with growing reverence

As the little girl rushed to save a baby crab

When touched by fingers of magic that eased the pain

Soft waves rolled over one another

As the little girl rushed to save a baby crab

The pebbles tickled her tiny feet

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