"My lady that loved
to walked at night
where trees and winds
blooms in delight
in this garden park
where crickets flickers
and resting birds feel
the moonlit spark
the silent witnesses
to the love and glow
taking place tenderly
just down below
talking sweet nothings
and all what's happening
‘till the clock strikes at nine
that it's time for us to go
my lady of the night
who always go to the park
my heart will forever
be sweet for you."
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