As darkness descends upon us
And the moon casts an eerie glow
On the last day of October
It is All Hallows Eve, you know
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Where souls of those once departed
Come back once more to roam
Visiting their old haunts
Finding their way back home
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Some of them are banshees
Screaming in the night
Or ugly, warty witches
That look an awful fright
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Vampires who are looking
For someone’s blood to suck
Zombies from the graveyard
Decayed, and covered in muck.
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There are ghosts and there are werewolves
All of which you’ll meet
When you answer your front door bell
And the kids yell ‘Trick or Treat!’
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