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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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