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Mar 2012
Since I was seven, I've had a dream of a man
Taking off his head and giving it to his girlfriend.

While it scared me at first, I've come to realize
Just because he's headless doesn't mean that he dies.

The sleepiest of hollows, he still can ride on
It's just his head that's missing, his heart isn't gone.

So headless, the horsemen, still gallops forward
Chasing a love that can't be ignored.

Now his girlfriend holds his head close and dear
If you follow your heart, love will always be near.
Seth Connor Jackson
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Seth Connor Jackson  New Jersey
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