| Spirits haunt these magic hours
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| Dwelling in the sylvan bowers
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| In the trees
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| Is a ghostly breeze
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| Light a candle for the dead
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| With sprigs of fir do warm their bed
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| And in songs
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| Bless the ancient ones
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| Halloween — in moonlight we gather
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| Halloween — to join with the unseen
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| Halloween — calling the spirits
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| Who come forth on Halloween
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| The sacred smoke of juniper
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| And mugwort purifies the air
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| Dressed as fae
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| We chase the bad away
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| Halloween — in moonlight we gather
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| Halloween — to join with the unseen
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| Halloween — calling the spirits
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| Who come forth on Halloween
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| Holy fire, blessed waters
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| Guide your loyal sons and daughters
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| Darkest night and shining moon
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| Strengthen our song and tune
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| Holy fire, blessed waters
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| Guide your loyal sons and daughters
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| Standing in the moonlight there
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| With stars under the horn and hair
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| Holy fire, blessed waters
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| Guide your loyal sons and daughters
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| And through the misty night forlorn
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| Shines his crown from horn
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| Holy fire, blessed waters
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| Guide your loyal sons and daughters
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| Green lord, horned one this samhain
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| Help us to be born again
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| Holy fire, blessed waters
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| Guide your loyal sons and daughters
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| Halloween — in moonlight we gather
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| Halloween — to join with the unseen
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| Halloween — calling the spirits
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| Who come forth on Halloween |