M i d n i g h t

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I rush outside
And grab me broom

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Whizzing about in skies
Higher than me can reach

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The wind bashes ever so lightly
Yet, me hat fights to stick on

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Those who witness I
Are ever so afraid

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They pray the witch above
Has not already made them her prey

Clock strikes 12.

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