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Up to this creek they come to meet
People gather at this creek to meet.
Where they done days by the summer heat
They spent days here during the summer, enjoying the warmth.
The sun is always in their eyes
The sun consistently shines in their eyes.
They hold their glasses like they'd rise
They hold their glasses as if making a toast.
On a clouded fair and gin they dine
They indulge in gin on cloudy, festive days.
They're always losing track of time
They often lose track of time in their carefree moments.
All sloppy men grow paradise
Sloppy men create their own version of paradise.
They import everything that's nice
They import everything they find pleasant.
Comfort is all what really heard
True comfort is their primary concern.
Beaches are transient, they look
Beaches are transient, and their appearance changes.
Lover, too many to quote
There are too many lovers to quote individually.
But better times they never show
Despite having many lovers, better times never materialize.
By now the dreams have all been dreamt
Dreams have been dreamt, and resources have been exhausted by now.
All of the money has been spent
They've spent all their money.
The crashing surf upon the ground
The crashing surf symbolizes a reality check.
They know I never hear this sound
Others know they are not attentive to important sounds.
Our life of middling at best
Their life is mediocre at best.
Put that pro-touch-up to a rest
They should stop trying to enhance their situation.
Was either choice, they do not know
They made choices without knowing if better times would come.
That better times they never showed
Despite having choices, better times remain elusive.
Paradise is all around
Paradise surrounds them, but true happiness eludes them.
But happiness is never found
Happiness is never found, even though paradise is present.
Paradise is all around
Paradise exists, but they struggle to find genuine happiness.
But happiness is never found
True happiness remains elusive despite the apparent paradise.
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