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Cars, trees, light, fog
Lights growing and fading between the trees in the fog
Call me onward on a straing journy in and out
Shadows playing between the lights
no place to run no need to hide
The fog reveals it all.
Darkness desolate grey shroud of mind bog
Calling as quietly as a hushed shout
Playing with days and blending to nights
No need to fear anything but pride
The fog reveals it all.
