The barks, the howls, the caterwauls
The reaper has come, hearing the fall

And uncommon ruse has ridiculed you,
realizing once it was late
and I knew
that the sound of your voice will not fall far behind.
Common fog will drop, and give way to the rain
But much like your lives
It will not come the same.

The barks, the howls, the caterwauls
The reaper has come, hearing the fall.
 
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