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Mystery | ||
| Clouds roll in to block the view, Then they slowly drift away. If they've nothing more to do Maybe they will even stay. They envelop all they see So we have to guess what's there. They are tools of mystery Hiding things from public stare. So we have to contemplate What is on the other side. We can never know our fate. It will always try to hide. | ||
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