Oh ghost train
what terrors do you hold
as you launch across the landscape
burning in the cold
Oh scarecrow
what terrors have you seen
hung up in a corn field
where the murders been
Oh October
harvest and the moon
colors of the
dying
now I light a candle
remembering the lost
so when they come
to call
in the dark hours
in the frost
see
them by
their shadows
playing
in the hall
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