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| Dawn has come and gently kissed Lake and glade with eerie mist. When the sun attains full sway, Mist will slowly fade away. Lake and glade will watch it go As the gentle breezes blow. We are transitory, too! Here for now, and then we're through. Mark us well before we pass Like the mist upon the grass. Yet our soul will never die, Be it here or in the sky. | ||
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