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The road
Driving down a midnight road,
Through shadows thick, where whispers flowed.
The trees stood tall, a ghostly sight,
In the silent, eerie light.
The path was rough, each bump and sway,
Yet hope had led me on...
Through shadows thick, where whispers flowed.
The trees stood tall, a ghostly sight,
In the silent, eerie light.
The path was rough, each bump and sway,
Yet hope had led me on...
