As I gaze upon the majestic moon,
She walks abreast in her silver shoon.
To and fro I stroll and see,
A sublime glimmer on the teak wood tree.
As the tranquil woods were calling me,
I sprinted ahead, in a sense of glee.
Hither and thither I wandered about,
Until a figure was spotted, ghastly and stout.
Slowly and softly, forward I...
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