Mr. Reaper

Whenever I see
A jet black cloak
With a long, curved knife
Gee I'm stoked

"Hey Mr. Reaper
Come here" I say
"Is now finally the time
You take me away?"

"You've taken my nearest
You've taken my dearest
So tell me Mr. Reaper
When will you let me rest?"

The blade falls down
With water drops of sorrow
"Ok Mr. Reaper
"I'll be waiting here tomorrow."

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