wake up early to see how the fog tangles the life that's within a meadow
tangles the life that's within myself
tangles the movement of my intentions
tangles the life that's within myself
tangles the movement of my intentions
when the spring comes to light the mist like wildfire carried by gusts of wind
it lights up the shadows within my mind
and paints on the canvas of my illusion
the first ray of sunlight wakes
all through the valley the fog lays
the last breath that winter takes
there is a time i will, someday
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