On the night of the not-dead souls
We dress the children up as ghouls
Or disgraced presidents or ballerinas
All manner of sheets and swords
And send them out on a candy bender
To defeat the monster death
You have to look like one
To pretend you're not afraid
You have to go from house to house
Scaring the bejesus out of the neighbors
Laughing in the face of their fear
Or bejeweled and swathed in silk
Pretend to be a princess angel
Freshly risen from the grave
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