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Cower little child, shrink up into a ball
Don't let the demons get you Your mom is gone, your dad as well You, little one, are all alone. Don't let those bumps, those thuds and cracks don't let them keep you hiding for soon the world, in its twisted ways will be tearing the veils of the supernatural. But have no fear, cowering one, for luck will surely befall you. Yes this odd day, of ghosts and ghouls is only there to haunt you once a year.
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