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The cliffs of Syren,
standing proud and tall, hover majestically jutting out, above the sea. White foaming waves, crash mercilessly, pounding at the base of the cliffs. Warm wind blows, sun shines brightly tall towers of stone glow in the light and smile over the turbulent sea. Water thrashes violently, green with envy, jealous of the grandeur of the tall white cliffs. Sea cries out for attention as the cliffs look over the brilliant sea and glow in its wonder, its majesty.
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