She heard it all before

The Moon

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Will soon

Sing it’s tune

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And the night will cease it’s nocturnal gloom

The tiny flowers will start to bloom

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And she will ride the broom

Fly to see her tragic groom

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See him there under the cold tomb

Gliding down from the dark clouds

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Cast a spell

Near the well

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Make a Luna wish

For the love who was sick

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Recreate that life

Make it real tonight

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Drawing in the stars so bright

Watch it burn

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And see it turn

Come home and wait

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Do not hesitate　

Your love will arrive

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By candle light

To your surprise

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A witches’ curse has set things right

Knobs and broomsticks

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Cauldron and fire

Have made your desire

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Return with passion

There, under the burning pile

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Watch the dust form

Into life once more

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The lost loving souls will rise tonight

Dead lovers, vastly departed

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Across the dead sea of time,

Return from their eternal resting light.

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Wait one hour and see

What you have long desired to be

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Rap, rap, rap. Hear the knock on the door

And get ready to meet all that you have made of lore

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For dreams and nightmares ring true this night

Your lover returns with a fright……… good-night

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