Happy halloween and the mysticism that nighttime ensues.
The clock strikes 12
It’s time to play
Time to see another day
The time to start the fun begins
A brand new day draws on us again
It’s a time for folly
A time for frolic
It’s a new time for us to swallow
The big bright moon shines deeply upon us
The midnight hour now dawns on us
Some of us take a new flight
With new friends we have met on this very night
A fanciful journey we will make
Our fun filled lives we always take
When this midnight hour is but at hand
We don’t have that much to stand
The time has started; a new day takes to night
The choices at hand are one of great might
For this night of fancy flight behooves
And some of wish we had a moment to just be smooth
The midnight hour, it is but a choice
But one we remember for our lives through and through
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