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End of Holy Rollers Chapter
4
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All life's summer now is ended, And its
harvest too, is o'er,
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I must reap what I have scattered, Reap in
hell for evermore,
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Self deceived, my soul was bartered, Oh
the fearful cost;
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Sold to sin and Satan's service, I am
lost, forever lost.
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