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His steed eats shadows, drinks the gloom, It prances proud through graveyard bloom. With every stride, the stars take fright, And hide behind the cloak of night.
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His steed eats shadows, drinks the gloom, It prances proud through graveyard bloom. With every stride, the stars take fright, And hide behind the cloak of night.