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REAPERS
Black bodies bludgeoning out from the fields,
Black feet and hands that beat the grain.
Bruised shins of the women, bruised souls of the men,
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.
And the sun, a hot fist pounding down.

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