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Ocean whispers over footprints in sand,
Bright shore links them with a silver thread;
Spells with steps are more than precisely pent
In the moment when everything's need to be said.
The very last sunset ray on a dusky sky
Slightly glimmers on your decent skin;
The waters so deep and the skies so high,
So allured and hesitant they have never been.
The picture is clear and pale and sweet,
Seconds for the day to say: See you soon,
Sparkle grains, hundreds of tender feet
The brand new evening star, the same old moon,
And the truth which I forgot to mention:
All it was your emerald eyes reflection.
