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| The fog is heavy, like a cloud, Hiding humble and the proud. Vision is extremely short, Causing us to dreams abort. We can't see what lies ahead! Makes us wish we'd stayed in bed. But there is a plus, of course: When it's foggy it will force Introspection for a change, Though we may believe it strange. If we close our eyes and think We can inner knowledge drink. Though we cannot see around, Peace within may well be found. | ||
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