| Go light the lantern at your door
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| and honor those who’ve gone before.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
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| for Hallow’s Eve is here again.
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| The westering sun grows pale and wan.
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| The day grows dark, the nights draw long.
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| The autumn leaves are ticked with fire;
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| fruit hangs ripe upon the brier.
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| Go light the lantern at your door
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| and honor those who’ve gone before.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
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| for Hallows' Eve is here again.
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| Sweep out the hearth and clear the grate
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| and bid fond welcome at your gate.
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| Gather the final harvest in
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| for all the hardship winter brings.
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| Go light the lantern at your door
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| and honor those who’ve gone before.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
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| for Hallows' Eve is here again.
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| Between the bonfires, lightly tread
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| and bless the year that lies ahead.
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| The seasons turn to frost and dew
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| Before the sun its strength renews.
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| Go light the lantern at your door
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| and honor those who’ve gone before.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
|
| for Hallows' Eve is here again.
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| Go light the lantern at your door
|
| and honor those who’ve gone before.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
|
| for Hallows' Eve is here again.
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| The worlds that part us now are twain
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| for Hallows' Eve is here again. |