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| Ichabod Crane, an intelligent man Let his imagination run too wild Superstition swirled, that's how it began It all seemed to start when he was beguiled. Young men were angered by his devotion They sot out the lady and found him there Jealousy ripe, they started disruption To win the woman's heart they thought it fair. To play a prank and scare his hide away They mixed a tale of darkness and deceit To win the girl and send him on his way They had their folly which did have him beat And so Ichabod Crane left that village Ran for the hills to avoid the pillage. Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |