A chariot
White
Made up of
Nets of bones
White
Bones
Slow
Up
The
Hill
Then
In
Front
Of
Hastings Gardens
Stops.
Issues a bone
And
Then
Another
And
Another
Enter
Through the
Iron doors.
Step after
Step
Round
Hastings Gardens
Go
All night
Till dawn be
Bastion light
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