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"We walk upon the sea-shore, you and I, / Just two alone," you say. But there are three; / A tall and manly form is walking nigh, / And as I move, he moves along with me.
Your shadow? No, for shadows do not speak, / And he is speaking, tenderly and low, / Words that bring crimson blushes to my cheek, / You cannot hear, the sea is sounding so.