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THE MORNING COMES,
NO SUN TODAY,
ALL SHROUDED IN THE GRAY.
A HAZE OF MIST,
OF DARKENED CLOUDS,
OMINOUS FORBODING.
STILL FAINTLY SEEN....
SILHOUETTE..
IN THE MORNING SKY.
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GRAY MOUNTAIN
GRAY MOUNTAIN
