Hallows Coming – Field

The Professor's Convatorium

Swaying trees above shaking grass seek here, there rude boy with ample crass. Whom will this brooding wind ensnare those boys of mother’s tears?

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Have you ever heard the wind go “Yooooo”?
’Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
’Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folks should be asleep,
And many and many’s the time I’ve cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
Over the land and the deep:
“Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?”
And the night would say in its ghostly way,
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
pinnocchio scaredMy mother told me long ago
(When I was a little lad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was…

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