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The Rider
As I leave my home for some fun and play
There seems to be some sort of evil stirring in the air
A chill is in the air so cold and gray
I'm saying to myself "Go out if you dare."
I'm very frightened but don't know why
I look out the door, a man all dressed in black
His clothing as black as the night, I give out a terrible sigh
I'm trying to keep my emotions in tact.
But the feeling of death is in the moonles night
Making me tingle and shiver
Oh I wish the moon was out so bright
But the darkness and black make me quiver.
He rides up and down and all around
I can hear the horse's ghastly trots
I can hear as the horse's hoofs hit the ground
I can tell this man is of an evil lot.
He never shows his face as if he's wearing a black veil
I want to run but I'm frozen by fear
Wonder why he is here? Guess he will never tell
Why he is here I guess will never be clear.
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