The moon's beams start to light our earth,
      And petals close on flowers.
The creatures of the day seek sleep.
       Owls leave their belfry towers.

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The ghosts now dance the dance of death
       In shadows 'neath the moon.
The gravestones shake, the bats fly round
      And witches sway and croon.

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The leafless trees point to the stars.
       It’s such a spooky scene,
Which really won't surprise those folk 
       Who know it’s Halloween.

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