In the midnight hour  while on a stroll,  I feel a power might be a troll,  then I catch sight  of the boughs of a tree,  making the moonlight
                        
                                    
                    
                
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                                                    In the midnight hour  while on a stroll,  I feel a power might be a troll,  then I catch sight  of the boughs of a tree,  making the moonlight                                                                                                                                    
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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