Let tempest rise and lightning fly;
let howling wind come wail and cry.
Torn asunder, clouds have bled:
tonight, the full moon will turn red.
No daylight dares to poke and peek
when nightly lights do dance and streak.
The stars will whirl and swoon instead.
Tonight, the full moon will turn red.
Let spirits roam and phantoms free
to rave the night for all to see
and paint their visions in your head.
Tonight, the full moon will turn red.
Let magic song and words be writ.
Undone be history bit by bit.
Tonight's no night to spend in bed.
Tonight, the full moon will turn red.
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