Mortal
There is a man of me that sows.
There is a woman of me that reaps.
One for good,
And one for fair,
And they cannot find me anywhere.
Father and Mother, shadowy ancestry,
Can you make no more than this of me?
There is a woman of me that reaps.
One for good,
And one for fair,
And they cannot find me anywhere.
Father and Mother, shadowy ancestry,
Can you make no more than this of me?
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