It’s Hallows eve in the underworld
Conjuring up an orange clouded moon
On a raven song night
Witches ride cold gales
On rope tied magical brooms
The glowing jagged mouth pumpkins
With flickering candle yellow eyes
Stare out of noisy houses
As goblins abound
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Orange blooms at dusk
goblins in the pumpkin patch
rich fall's come again
ghosts haunt dark cool nights
scarecrows wave in harvest fields
sad trees weep colors
devils on doorsteps
trick or treat candy cane lane
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Tis a full blood moon
Shining in a witches eye
The damned winds blow crossways
As the hour draws nigh
The ghosts rattle their wispy chains
Soulless red smiling demons scream
The night of all nights poltergeists whisper
Haunting voices that cannot be seen
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It's a black cat Halloween night. Meow!
Sleek and lurking in the moonlight. Wow!
And they turn an inquisitive yellow eye,
When the little ghosts and goblins go by.
Ebony night, pitch black and gleaming,
Monsters visit on a night that's dreaming,
And everywhere black cats, as if on cue,
As devils and witches make a hullabaloo!
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A huge yellow moon is glimmering, and a chill wind's in ghostly trees.
This night was made for magic, so we'll get dressed in our very best!
Sable black lipstick for me, and a smoky gray for my brooding eyes,
And lovely rosy red makeup for you, crowned by a silky, orange wig.
The obsidian night is still very young, and we will be gone for hours,
Like juicy fruit patiently ripening, in locations of sunshine and green.
My sleek, midnight black dress, and matching pointy hat, will be a hit,
And your red nose and bright polka dots, will be the height of fashion!
Crows are cawing, the cats are screeching, and bats are flying north-
The luxurious party is waiting, and will be filled with the best dressed.
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That night the moon was not distinct.
I had to stop my cart in the forest,
not enough light to run.
It was then midnight.
I felt sleepy and at sudden a
bleary figure passed by me;
I made a quick run to and fro but fell—
and I heard someone came flying on
the skeletal branches—
a dark bird of three heads eating
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Orange blooms at dusk
goblins in the pumpkin patch
rich fall's come again
ghosts haunt dark cool nights
scarecrows wave in harvest fields
sad trees weep colors
devils on doorsteps
trick or treat candy cane lane
......
In a quiet seaside town
Where nothing ever seemed to go down
The leaves were turning November
On a day that was one to remember
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A huge yellow moon is glimmering, and a chill wind's in ghostly trees.
This night was made for magic, so we'll get dressed in our very best!
Sable black lipstick for me, and a smoky gray for my brooding eyes,
And lovely rosy red makeup for you, crowned by a silky, orange wig.
The obsidian night is still very young, and we will be gone for hours,
Like juicy fruit patiently ripening, in locations of sunshine and green.
My sleek, midnight black dress, and matching pointy hat, will be a hit,
And your red nose and bright polka dots, will be the height of fashion!
Crows are cawing, the cats are screeching, and bats are flying north-
The luxurious party is waiting, and will be filled with the best dressed.
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Halloween night, a slender flapping scarecrow,
With the remorseless wind, he's doing a tango,
An owl is hooting, and large yellow eyes glow,
A witch in black is cackling, in deeper shadow.
Jack-o'-lantern grinning wildly in the window,
Dark night carries sounds of a ghostly bellow,
Blind bats are flying, a yellow moon is mellow,
There seem to be monsters wherever you go!
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