Hallowe'en By Harry Behn Tonight is the night When dead leaves fly Like witches on switches Across the sky, When elf and sprite Flit through the night On a moony sheen. |
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Tonight is the night When leaves make a sound Like a gnome in his home Under the ground, When spooks and trolls Creep out of holes Mossy and green. |
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Tonight is the night It's Hallowe'en! |
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October 31, 2015 |
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