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When the moon shines and casts down and about its moonbeam Remember, that things tonite are not quite as they seem As the winds shifts, and the air sends chills down your spine Do consider to run and hide lest I find and on you I dine Every strange noise that taps, or scrapes or bumps in this night Every strange shadow, whispers, breeze or glowing light When I seductively murmur your name softly, do not listen Don't look into my eyes, as they beg, plead and glisten I will not care if you try to scream out, cry or even groan I will find you, and get your flesh, blood and bone For I will take possession of your spirit, heart and soul And for time without end, you will be under my control You will be at the diabolical mercy of my witchery play Spirits and ghouls that will come out after the day To laugh and cackle and toy with you and do as they will To scare, scratch and bite and have their fill To discard and toss you aside as you humbly beg "No more" Just how much, vicious evil touch can you endure? And when all my little friends have had enough of you I will gentle caress the remains, what will I do? I will brew you with the pumpkins, a late night snack So hide in locked houses and under sheets before we attack So if by chance you do happen to survive this night You can thank me later, for the thrills and the fright For the room that happened to roll, rattle and shake And to think and ponder, what strange bedfellows we make We will smile and wish each other a Happy Halloween And do vow to make each day exciting in between
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