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Fog in the Valley - text

The mountain holds a secret
Enveloped in the mist
As morning darkness falls
No sign of direction
To capture memory

I don't know where I'm going
But I know of where I'm at
Can't think about tomorrow
When fog swallows dusk and
Ensaguines one's sanity

Blind, and none too wise
A roadway chaser
Tomorrow lies not
In these viscous glaciers
Right before my eyes,
The mountain shroud steals lives
Fates warning calls
For those who dare to fly

Mad preacher of the highway
Narcissus running fast
So, sharpen up your wits
In the face of the mountain
One can't fall on vanity

I want to take the high toad
But I'm going down

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