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Spirits haunt these magic hours
Dwelling in the sylvan bowers
In the trees
Is a ghostly breeze
Light a candle for the dead
With sprigs of fir do warm their bed
And in songs
Bless the ancient ones
Halloween
In moonlight we gather
Halloween
To join with the unseen
Halloween
Calling the spirits
Who come forth on Halloween
The sacred smoke of juniper
And mugwort purifies the air
Dressed as fae
We chase the bad away
Halloween
In moonlight we gather
Halloween
To join with the unseen
Halloween
Calling the spirits
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