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In a cauldron bubbling, with eyeballs afloat,
A witch makes her potion on an old, creaky boat.
Ghosts waltz through the moonlight, all silly and spry,
While goblins in costumes steal candy—oh my!
With cackles of laughter and shrieks full of glee,
We dance under shadows, wild, bold, and free.
Be yourself—a specter in disguise,
Where courage blooms and freedom flies.
⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠏⣼⣿⣷⣌⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢰⣿⣶⣌⣥⣶⣿⣿⡟⠻⢛⢷⣦⡍⠹⠋⡴⣲⡲⡌⢿⣿
⣿⡇⣾⣿⡿⡛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣇⠩⠤⣹⣿⡿⢋⣼⣯⣤⣼⡷⢸⣿
⢛⣣⣿⣿⡌⠀⡁⢸⢿⣦⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿
⡖⢹⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣷⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⣿⣿
⡥⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿
⣷⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⣿
⣿⣷⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿
⣿⡧⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠨⣿
⣿⡇⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠘
⡟⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣍⣉⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⣿⣿⢸⣿⢠⣶⣬⣭⣝⣛⣷⡀⣿⣿⣧⣝⠸⣿⡏⣴⣿⣿⣶⡈⢿⣸⣿⡿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⡎⣿⢸⡿⣫⣥⣬⣙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⢿⣿⢧⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣷⠁⣼⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣬⣙⣛⣋⣴⣿⢸⢏⣾⣿⡇
⣿⢿⣿⣧⢸⣄⠿⣿⣿⠿⢡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢈⢸⣿⣿⣯
⡹⡠⡙⢿⣦⠻⣷⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⢟⣭⣷⣾⣿⣿⠘⣿⣿⣿⣧⣾⢸⣿⣿⣿
⣷⣄⡇⢶⣍⠳⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣧⣵⠋⢸⣿⣿⡿
⣿⣿⣷⢸⣿⣆⢷⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣸⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣌⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣝⣛⣿⣴⡿⠋⢁⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠇
⣿⣿⢿⠸⣿⣿⣿⢸⣆⢭⡝⠛⠛⠛⠟⠟⠛⠛⠉⠁⢀⣴⣿⣆⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿
car je n'ain pas con hon de mon age,
qu'il n'est amis qui aint ne amer suille
que plus de moi ne truit Amors sauvage,
Ha, las! chaitis! ma dame qui s'orguille
ver son ami, cui dolors n'assoage!
Merci, Amors, s'ele garde a parage:
donc sui je mors! mais pansés que me vuille.
Burns all my feelings to the ground
and all my hope has gone away
I simply will decay