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The Reaper
Like a cloud
on a mountain
on top
of the sea
I rest
on your shoulder
quiet
and free
Like a raindrop
or dew
in a field
of stone
I am one
and many
unique
and alone
Like a sheep
with wool
black
as night
I am ready
to listen
scatter
or fight
Like a sigh
from a soul
yet
to exist
I am writing
your name
on an endless
list
Like a cloud
on a mountain
on top
of the sea
I rest
on your shoulder
quiet
and free
Like a raindrop
or dew
in a field
of stone
I am one
and many
unique
and alone
Like a sheep
with wool
black
as night
I am ready
to listen
scatter
or fight
Like a sigh
from a soul
yet
to exist
I am writing
your name
on an endless
list