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Collections of the Reaper
Tires still spin, the romance of death that lingers in the air.
"Goodnight" the ravens whisper, as the lives ascend from the Earth.
Taking them away, making damn sure he got them all.
Still somehow missing the single soul that now suffers alone.
"Goodnight" the ravens whisper, as the lives ascend from the Earth.
Taking them away, making damn sure he got them all.
Still somehow missing the single soul that now suffers alone.
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