.A final drink to end the day, a waning moon to light the way. The hair it falls into my eyes, and soon the last clear mem'ry dies. Then somewhere off the reg'lar track I sense some sort of foul attack. There right atop a hill they call The Gallow Proud stands a crowd. I find a place to watch the sce.
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