Slipping through the night

To climb the great wall

Into the moonlight gardens

The grand estate

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Frogs croaking on formal ponds

We are quietly creeping

But they know we're here

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Gargoyles look on as we pass

Trying not to laugh

At the stolen garden tour

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Topiary, strange to see

The stone clock, stuck at midnight

The great lawn

We slide around the edges

Through shadows of moonlight

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At the heart

Citrus blooming

The scented arbor

We walk arm in arm

With delight

On the stolen garden tour