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O' hallow night go the winds down
Down below to a little town
Of Tabernan
Laughing merrily along the way
Winds of mischief, winds of play
Catching each leaf with invisible hands
Dancing a dance upon Tabernan
Ghosts rattle their chains
And ghouls do ride
Winds blast along by their side
Shadows move and spirits moan
Drifting restless while the groan
Beckons
Before the midnite hour
With a shrill up the hill
Darkwinds go
To where it came
And the town of Tabernan is free
Once again

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