No soul is preserved from the reaping!

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No soul is preserved from the reaping!

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Air sweeps over the mountainside Birds and bees flutter in time Calico cats dream their fantasies Dreading the chill and the rime. Every poor creature in disarray! For none of them can be prepared Good summer is going Hale autumn is fleeing Insidious winter is there. Jet autumn nights grow yet dimmer Kept from the stars and the sun Left behind too, the evenings grew More weary and withered and done. No soul is preserved from the reaping! Obliviousness, then, is mirth. Pussycats, crickets, old, new - Quick! Quick! Quick! All of the creatures on earth Run from your burrows Slither from sands Till winter is barren of every thing and Underneath fountains of warmth all stand. Vast! Vast! Vast! All of the creatures of earth Wither not while the ground is hot Xeroscape every humid thought Yes - this is the bounty the earth has bought - a Zoo of the soil from winter rot.