• Sleepy Hollow

    The color red
    Is artfully dead
    In this sorrowful life
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    But we all knew
    That death suit you
    You spirit in the night
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    Cascading black
    And ice white plains
    And twin ponds of blue
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    Sunshine sweet
    With a bitter streak
    Begin her life anew
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    While determining the fate
    Of those we meet
    By designing their design
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    We often do
    Seem to miss
    The glaring “Wrong Way” sign
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    So as we travel backwards
    To madness we must go
    We realize that death is warm
    And life is cold as snow
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    A story of a story told
    a fairytale long ago
    Says that everybody, in the end
    Must learn to lie six feet low