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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-Riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

风是一阵阵黑暗的洪流，在狂风呼啸的树林中，月亮是一艘幽灵般的大帆船，颠簸在阴云密布的海面上，道路是紫色荒原上的一条月光缎带，拦路强盗骑着马——骑着马——骑着马——拦路强盗骑着马，来到了那座古老的客栈门前。

— Alfred Noyes 诺伊斯