My Mirror, My Room

I lost a red sea shell
 on the boardwalk by the Ferris Wheel,
 went to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean,
 and I didn't come up for six years,
 but I've got my mirror,
 and I've got my room.
 I lost a porcelain doll
 in the skeleton of an old barn
 beneath the ashes of burned daisies,
 and fallen shooting stars,
 but I've got my mirror,
 and I've got my room.
 I lost a dandelion
 on an overgrown subway
 beneath the city with no people,
 three and a half hours away,
 but I've got my mirror,
 and I've got my room.
 I lost a candycane
 beneath the waves of cyberspace
 behind the credits at the end
 of the saddest anime.