That night
I was tired and weary,
Soon I fell asleep,
At midnight I entered the dark forest
In my vision,
Then darkness whispered to me,
'Are you afraid? '
I confidently said,
'Not at all, '
Immediately darkness muttered to me,
'You must proceed,
Bright light is definitely waiting for thee.'
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