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The Mist
Let us hope and pray
on this misty grey day,
That the sun will shine
and everything will be fine.
The mist of terror has been
hanging on us like a shroud!
Cries of the smothered souls
are heard oh so terribly loud!
Let the sun of brotherhood
and peace shine bright!
And free the world from the
terrorist's wrath and blight!
on this misty grey day,
That the sun will shine
and everything will be fine.
The mist of terror has been
hanging on us like a shroud!
Cries of the smothered souls
are heard oh so terribly loud!
Let the sun of brotherhood
and peace shine bright!
And free the world from the
terrorist's wrath and blight!
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The Mist
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