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At Nightfall Under the misty midnight moon, Where dreams are born and never end, In the dreariest darkest wood, I met a stranger round the bend. He sat beneath the tallest tree, Then the man turned and slowly said, “Why are you up at this hour?, Shouldn’t you be going to bed.” As he stood staring back at me, I was wondering about him, I suddenly said in response, “Where on earth have you traveled or been?” “I have journeyed for very long, Past every mountain far and wide, But found nothing along the trail, Still I haven’t lost all my pride.” Then he walked off into the dark, His word