On the night of the dead,when the veil is thin,
And the spirits roam with a ghastly grin,
The moon shines bright in the haunted sky,
As the darkness creeps and the shadows lie.


The ghosts of old and the witches too,
Come out to play as the night is new.
With a cackle here ,and a howl there,
They haunt the living without a care.


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