Is it cloud that falls so gently

When mountain top is kissed

Or does it rise from the valley

This cold and haunting mist

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All pale shapes and grey shadows now

Sight rendered all but blind

Like whiskey drunk too fast somehow

A fogging of the mind

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Unknown fears in every crease

The fears of never knowing

My will cannot command you cease

And keep my fears from growing

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Being trapped in...