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What is that over there? Perhaps he's looking in the wrong direction. (c.g.i.)
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A simple tale you know so well. Two lovers on a beach are stood. He, the grumpy one, complains. She, the fleet of foot, explains. (c.g.i.)
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Palms behind, sea in front, a beach is paradise when two are one. (c.g.i.)
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To the sigh of the West wind, with only the lonely bird for company, two lovers come plash plashing along the russet coloured shore. (c.g.i.)
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A setting orb, a sky afire, evening is the sweetest time of all. (c.g.i.)
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Under soft moonlight, scented with the fragrance of a thousand tropic nights, two lovers journey the sands of time. (c.g.i.)
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