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With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumkpins. On the last day of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle around me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon; I am a jack-o-lantern With terrible teeth And the children know I am fooling. |
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