The waters shimmer,
Diamondlike,
He stands by her,
In the soft soft light,
Of the moonlit night.

She wonders how the moon makes the waters shimmer,
And turns to look at him,
She hears him whisper he loves her,
As he takes her hand,
And slips something sparkling on her finger,
Diamondlike,
On this moonlit light.

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