Pumpkins glow at dusk, Candles flicker in the breeze, Whispers haunt the streets. Moonlight shadows creep, Bare trees twist in chilling wind, Ghostly voices sing. Crisp leaves underfoot, Cloaked in fog, the night turns cold, Witches cast their spells. Lanterns guide the way, Children laugh in masked delight, Midnight calls them home.

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