Dawn is dancing
Waves be smiling
And
The fort and bastions
Waking!
Far away
The first sea gulls
Flying
Flying
Crying
Crying
I
I, alone
Pace Hastings Gardens
Pensive, sad, and wandering,
Hopeless, desperate, fading
I,
I alone!
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