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Fog Horning
The sun withered blue
The sky stretched yellow
Oh, an odd little day
As sweet as we are sour
As fair as we are foul
As odd as a blue sun
And yellow sky
Oh, watch the children run
Chase each other clean
Bleached feelings
Bright and stained
As blue as a blue moon
That comes so rare
Pleasure just too mild to express
Monday stands as hard as stone
My biggest, greatest foe
