| You better beware my boys
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| And you best take care my boys
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| There’s a reaper in the field
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| With hands of night
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| You better come here my boys
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| And you
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| You best give ear my boys
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| There’s a whispering
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| And the birds have 'a taken flight
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| And he knows your name
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| I hear him call your name
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| And you will learn his name
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| When you learn how to want
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| Oh, how you will want
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| And I can tell by the signs along the path now that he’s walking
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| And I can tell by the weave of his words while he’s talking
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| He’ll fill you up full of night
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| Until the light in your eyes is a dim dusk
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| He’ll tear the stars from the skies and count
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| The scars on your horizon
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| He’ll tear the stars from the skies and count
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| The scars on your horizon
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| And my hands are dust
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| All my works they are dust
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| Fallen to the earth as all things must
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| Hide as you may my boys
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| Hide as you might my boys
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| There’s a reaper in the fields with hands of night
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| And he knows your name
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| I heard him call your name
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| And you will learn his name
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| When you learn how to want
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| Oh, how you will want
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| And I can tell by the signs along the path now that he’s walking
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| And I can tell by the weave of his words while he’s talking
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| He’ll fill you up full of night until the light in your eyes is a dim dusk
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| He’ll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on the horizon
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| He’ll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on the horizon
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| This is the truth of his seed
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| And this is the truth of his field
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| All flesh is grass
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| And as grass it shall yield |