When the sun goes down
At the end of the day
The birds go silent and the fireflies appear
The bears came out to play
Roaring fires and brightly shining stars
Spirits come out to show their wild side
Booing, scaring, jumping, seething
Haunting is their source of pride
I will follow wherever you may go
Up into the mountains, down in the prairie
Wherever the scares take you
But no one believed in the scary
I only wanted to go at it alone
Until the ghosts started to show
Their true faces and auras
To anyone who wasn’t in the know
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