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In the patch of vines, where shadows play,
A vigil is kept, on a fateful day.
The faithful wait, with hearts full of cheer,
For the Great Pumpkin's arrival, a mystic fear.
The wind whispers secrets, of a presence unseen,
A symbol of hope, in a world unclean.
The patch is aglow, with an otherworldly light,
A beacon in the darkness, on this autumnal night.
But as the hours pass, and the darkness grows deep,
The faithful realize, their vigil is a sleep.
The Great Pumpkin's promise, a cruel deceit,
A mystic ruse, that leaves them to retreat.
A vigil is kept, on a fateful day.
The faithful wait, with hearts full of cheer,
For the Great Pumpkin's arrival, a mystic fear.
The wind whispers secrets, of a presence unseen,
A symbol of hope, in a world unclean.
The patch is aglow, with an otherworldly light,
A beacon in the darkness, on this autumnal night.
But as the hours pass, and the darkness grows deep,
The faithful realize, their vigil is a sleep.
The Great Pumpkin's promise, a cruel deceit,
A mystic ruse, that leaves them to retreat.
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