Flames dance in dark woods tonight
Whipping up a night of fright
Pumpkin people feed campfire
Haunting tunes plucked on a lyre
Cat face rises in gray smoke
Fog and mist create a cloak
Creepy creatures spring from mist
Race away towards spooky tryst
Lock your doors and stay inside
Til bright sun can be your guide
For tonight wild spirits roam
As we sleep within our homes
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Lyrical Porch II
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