The Hastings Gardens sleep,
the Hastings Gardens dream,
the night exhibits its stars,
the moon ejects its seed of rays,
the owl on the bough watchful sits
the nightingales cry out and sing
the seeds sleep
the seeds germinate
life be made
the Hastings Gardens sleep,
the Hastings Gardens dream
but I,
any you,
my love
make love
this night of nights
this night
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