Written in the garden during long London evenings in May.

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And the shadows long are stretching
Like two sentries at the gate
See the tall trees
In the garden
Gently swaying
As the hour is getting late
And the sun is slowly sinking
Burning orange in the sky
As the chill comes
To the garden
Still we’re staying
Waiting for the day’s goodbye
Now the stars are shining brightly
Switching on celestial lights
Quietly talking
In the garden
Lovers saying
How we long for summer nights
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