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and on this night we dance and burn and carry long into the night on shadows and ghosts that are gone on a howling wind of cold fear with some song of dreams and spirits of wicked night not wrong to be caught in the fever of the leaves’ whisper strong for frightened excitement on this all Hallow’s Eve
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