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In the evening,
Under the fiery, passion-filled sunset, The ocean ripples royal blue; Light dances on the smooth, undulating surface of the water Like pairs of twinkling orange-and-yellow ballroom dancers Twirling, spinning, waltzing on a glassy floor, Sparks flying every-which-way with no intention of ceasing Until the sun slips under the horizon.
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