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Headless
He rides at night
Taking who she demands
They scream in fear
Of unknown reprimands
His ghostly presence
Leaves fear in the trees
Especially the one
Where he sleeps
It's twisted and contorted
But the tree, the wind doesn't move
He rides out to claim another soul
Hoping she will approve
One, two, three
Four, five, six
The one who holds his head
Is a wicked, evil bitch
Seven and eight
He's taking one and then another
He's going to get his head back
Oh, that one cut like butter
He rides and cuts
Doing as she commands
But she has his head, the secret's out
And now he demands
His eyes of death
Casting the devil's stare
He smiles an evil grin
As she screams in despair
He takes his head
And her back with him
Surely she's dead
If not, her future's grim
So ends this tale
Of death and woe
Of the little town
Called Sleepy Hollow


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