Anything hallow, anything mellow.

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This story took place, be told my deary,

By a night like this, cold and dreary.

Came a strange fellow, old and weary,

On a steed of stone, mold mystery,

He offered riches, golden jewelry,

To those who would dare, bold and fiery,

Bear an ancient curse, ten fold eery,

Then, vanishing in the wold, leery.

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