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Only A Haze
Bright stars are aloof.
You can't see through a roof.
And chimneys are used
To vent off smoke that're infused!
When morning comes
And light permeates one's eyes,
Your sight is what becomes
A tear that never dries!
And cloudy as your days,
Whether mist, fog,
A dead horse to flog
It's only a haze!
