The Reaper
The reaper it comes and it goes
As it passes the wind begins to blows
It picks up the innocent and carries them to their grave
And it gives the family no time to say goodbye and wave
He can take his time
Or he can take you at the drop of a dime
There is nothing we can do to stop him
As he takes out hearts and tosses them
As we take our last breath
We say hello to death
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