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At night the woods are full of fright.When the moon is right she shines pure white.The fire burns bright and plays tricks on your sight.The smell of death lingers in the air that means your in for a scare.Bushes rustle behind your back you might just end up as a snack.The trees weep and becuse of this you cannot sleep.The owls shriek becuse of this you cannot speak.Sounds come from all around then your heart begins to pound.You see strange shadows everywhere all you can do is stand and stare.The whole night it seems like a creepy dream nuthing is what it may seem.




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