In the hush of twilight's purple bloom,
I wandered, where the old oaks loom,
On All Hallows' Eve, in masquerade,
With a bag in hand, through the mist I waded.
The streets were lined with jack-o'-lanterns' glow,
Their toothy grins seemed to leer and know,
The secrets of the night, the whispers of the dead,
As...
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