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Every year they bloom in my garden,

rising from the graves of the dead.

Listen to the clicking of dancing bones

and see the smiling skeleton heads!

Every year when the pumpkins are sprouting

and the leaves turning orange and red,

I tend my garden faithfully,

preparing to welcome back the dead.

Don’t bury your loved ones in cemeteries.

Bring them to my garden instead,

and celebrate with them every year

from Halloween to the Day of the Dead!