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In the glowing of the candle,
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From the shadow on the wall
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I watch for you in every movement
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And hear your footsteps in the hall.
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Can you sit and spend the evening
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As the portal opens wide?
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Ancestral dead, I bid you welcome,
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Most
recent dead, I pray abide
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When you come I sense your presence
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I put my hand out in the air
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A moment, then, we stand united
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Palm to palm while waiting there.
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I miss you most upon each Samhain
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When the boundary turns to sheer
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We share these hours until the dawning
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Then bid farewell until next year.
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