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pon the spreading plains now sleeps the pale moon light, The mountain tops are dark, the star-lit lake gleams bright, Above the lake, rears a grassy mound. High o'er this mound the gallows rise, Topped by a skull with lifeless eyes, And 'neath the gallows, on the ground Swarm ghosts, deprived of mortal ties.