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A weighty mist
All the way
To the sky
No hint of brightness
Even at my high point
All puddle and hiss
A soft breeze
from the south south east
Blows me to the top
It's grim
Theres nothing to be seen
Beauty lies
behind the shroud
But there she is
Even though the light is dim
She sings her heart out
Clear and proud

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