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There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery. The witches fly Across the sky, The owls go, Who? Who? Who? The black cats yowl And green ghosts howl but it's worse than you think... it's the return of the Grim Reaper
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