| In such a night, when every louder wind
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| The world seems frozen or confined
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| In such a night, when
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| Passing clouds give place
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| Or gently veil the mysterious face
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| Whole time, in darkness it will grow
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| All night — without fear
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| Itself, highborn from the blow
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| No threat without a tear
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| Midnight rider
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| Midnight rider
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| Rider in the night
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| Rider in the night
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| When darkness groves their
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| Blackest shadows wear
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| He is stealing peace
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| And his shade we fear
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| When a crueless cry
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| Beneath the village walls
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| His morbid brood
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| Their desperate calls
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| Whole time, in darkness it will grow
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| All night — without fear
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| Itself, highborn from the blow
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| No threat without a tear
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| Midnight rider
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| Midnight rider
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| Rider in the night
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| Rider in the night
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| The moon glows cold
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| But nearly perfect bright
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| Shows the land like a test of daylight
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| In such a night don’t let me abroad remain
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| Till morning comes, and there is hope again
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| Whole time, in darkness it will grow
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| All night — without fear
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| Itself, highborn from the blow
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| No threat without a tear
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| Midnight rider
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| Midnight rider
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| Rider in the night
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| Rider in the night |