Bringeth forth the forage,

Of mushrooms in the grass.

Leavened loaves and warmer clothes.

Candles stood in brass.

Time reversed, leaves disperse.

Ripened, lanterns swing.

Hunters when the moon is fat.

Samhain veils thin.

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