The waters surge
The waters surge my love
And in the eyes of stars
There twinkles beauty
And in the eyes of night
There's depth
That going inside
So deep
I did not reach
The final bottom.
And on the trees
Of Hastings Gardens
Sang three nightingales
And
In the Hastings Gardens
Reposed with
Rare sighs and
Whispering
The Monument
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