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a cross a Reaper's culling.
The winds have come with going,
An after all the time
Every change in scenery
is a place youll leave behind
Bereft no place right's remaining
Guest unto no where's cleft
to hang your hat
You're going out your mind
Strip the bedding
wipe out the sink
Leave the key under the mat
For the winds hath forever pulling
And you must chase your cap