Halloween spooky

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A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field, Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire To restore life into what has been sealed Up for all eternity  
Speak to me, they do The Whispers in the halls Another's thoughts persue me Just waiting for the fall A path unto insanity A mind's own hollow room For I cannot control them
A lightning bolt in a witches hand Can be so grand Shows you what poer she holds If she be so bold I am told When you come across this one you should fold She has so much power
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