and all through the streets,
not a creature was stirring,
I heard not a peep.
The bonfires were laid,
by the witches with care
in the hopes that the sunrise
soon would be there.
And I in my stocking cap
and papa in his robes
at sundown did light
the bonfire aglow.
We called in the quarters
we called in the Gods
we called in our friends
to dance until dawn. . .
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