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Santa Rosa, Laguna

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There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort, of my ghostlike charms... I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so tired... of the sound of screams And I, Dawn! the Pumpkin Queen... Have grown so tired, of the same old thing Ohhhh, somewhere deep... inside of these bones An emptiness... began to grow There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known I'm