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THE FOG ROLLS IN..
THE FOG ROLLS OUT..
WAITING TO SEE CLEAR.
HEAVY DAMPNESS ALL AROUND,
NOTHING IS IN FOCUS.
WAITING FOR THE SUN TO SHINE,
BURN AWAY THE MISTY FOG,
ABLE TO SEE CLEAR AGAIN,
TILL THAT TIME..
WAITING...
WAITING IN THE MIST.
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WAITING IN THE MIST
WAITING IN THE MIST
