Let the fires burn bright
on this night of Samhain
Let our beloved dead
now return home again

Let them know we remember
that death´s not the end
It is but one more journey
so let´s not pretend

that we grieve for the passed ones
who went on before
No, we grieve for ourselves
now and forever more

For to live in this world
 - a true vale of tears
makes you give up all hope
and surrender to your fears

But! Until the sun rises
on Novembers first morn
remember; though lonely
your are never forlorn

So let the fires burn bright
guiding souls home again;
so our beloved dead
may return on Samhain.

( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain )

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