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ArtistIf you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street, Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark– Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Laces for a lady; letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
A majestic brown horse, possibly a bay, stands on a cobbled street in a dimly lit alley at night. The horse has a dark mane and tail, and a prominent white blaze on its face. It is wearing a bridle with metal bits. The horse's coat reflects the warm glow of nearby streetlights, highlighting its muscular physique. The alley is lined with brick buildings, some with traditional sash windows, and features ornate lantern-style streetlights casting pools of light and long shadows. The overall atmosphere is serene and somewhat mysterious.