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She takes her flight
Straight into night
Can’t miss her
She’s a hideous sight

Barreling fast, upon her broom
Clouds above, offer room
Yes, they know better
Lest they meet their certain doom

Cackling cuts the frosted air
Don’t laugh back, no, don’t you dare
She will, easily, find you
Drag you along, you best beware!

This is the time, the bewitching hour
Making the town folk hide and cower
Afraid of her, are they
For she destroys, with unearthly power

Sun sets quickly, over Graveyard Hill
The witch has had her Halloween thrill
It might be safe to come out now
But she’ll be back, oh yes, she will


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