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Water is pretty.

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.