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Miasmas | ||
| Mysterious mist has arrived from the sea, Enveloping people like you and like me. We cannot see landmarks to show us the way. We know not the hours still left in the day. But if we are patient, miasmas will pass. The veil will be lifted and sky will be glass. The Watchman above never sleeps at the switch. Just trust Him and you will escape from the ditch. He gives us the courage to forge through the fog, Assured that our feet will not stray in a bog. Wherever we go, though the way be unclear, We have a Protector who banishes fear. | ||
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