One night on the South Bank
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A first date in London

One night on the South Bank

The full spectrum of London's nocturnal jewels

The full spectrum of London's nocturnal jewels cast themselves across the River Thames.

The full spectrum of London's nocturnal jewels cast themselves across the River Thames. Vibrant shades of ruby, sapphire, and emerald,

The full spectrum of London's nocturnal jewels cast themselves across the River Thames. Vibrant shades of ruby, sapphire, and emerald, mingling with the churning ebony waters,

The full spectrum of London's nocturnal jewels cast themselves across the River Thames. Vibrant shades of ruby, sapphire, and emerald, mingling with the churning ebony waters, and dancing with the silver shimmers of moonlight.

Above it all, the dome of St Paul's commands,

Above it all, the dome of St Paul's commands, blazing in white angelic grandeur.

Above it all, the dome of St Paul's commands, blazing in white angelic grandeur. Its kingship glinting upon every structure,

Above it all, the dome of St Paul's commands, blazing in white angelic grandeur. Its kingship glinting upon every structure, from the thick steel ribbons of the Millennium Bridge,

Above it all, the dome of St Paul's commands, blazing in white angelic grandeur. Its kingship glinting upon every structure, from the thick steel ribbons of the Millennium Bridge, to the faded red brick of the Oxo Tower, and beyond.

Through the soft night air, a busker plays his tune.

Through the soft night air, a busker plays his tune. Harmonica notes massage the promenade,

Through the soft night air, a busker plays his tune. Harmonica notes massage the promenade, and a gravelly voice lulls a gentle melody,

Through the soft night air, a busker plays his tune. Harmonica notes massage the promenade, and a gravelly voice lulls a gentle melody, causing ears to settle, footsteps to slow,

Through the soft night air, a busker plays his tune. Harmonica notes massage the promenade, and a gravelly voice lulls a gentle melody, causing ears to settle, footsteps to slow, and two expectant passers-by to gulp in unison.

With tiny diamond lights twinkling in the trees,

With tiny diamond lights twinkling in the trees, and hushed voices brushing upon the paving stones,

With tiny diamond lights twinkling in the trees, and hushed voices brushing upon the paving stones, it can only be fitting that this is the spot,

With tiny diamond lights twinkling in the trees, and hushed voices brushing upon the paving stones, it can only be fitting that this is the spot, where our fingers first laced, our lips first touched,

With tiny diamond lights twinkling in the trees, and hushed voices brushing upon the paving stones, it can only be fitting that this is the spot, where our fingers first laced, our lips first touched, and our foreheads rested together in blissful comfort.

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