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There is nothing that I like more

Than the eerie creaking of a door

That mysterious scratching on the floor

And wondering upon things unseen.


There is nothing that makes me smile

Then the rare zombie's style

And dragging themselves a mile

For the brains they are so keen.


There is nothing I quite miss

Like that sweet vampire's kiss

And the undead's found bliss

On the night of Halloween.

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