ON one fine evening on the wet sands of a sea shore
I and she with handin hand walked together
She pointing the shining star afar leaned on my shoulder
I put my hand on the hour glass waist around her
We walked and walked hand in hand together
Not a word not an utterance nor a murmur
Where the wind was the only singer!
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