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| Fog is pressing all around, From the sky down to the ground, Dampening our clothes and skin As it penetrates within. Things are quieter, it seems! 'Tis a time to dream new dreams. When the fog shall pass away, How shall we exploit the day? Though for now we cannot see Everything that is to be We can speculate a bit While we meditate and sit. | ||
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