the mourning fog
an autumn chill whips the air
through the fog the sunlight stares
waiting for the slightest chance
to break the clouds and make a stand
the mourning fog will not submit
and to the sun it will resist
try with might to fight the rays
and clad the world in grey today
the sun is strong and it will fight
to try to cast its warming light
break the clouds and burn the fog
and work until its all dissolved
but the mourning fog it will persist
and it will continue to resist
until the rays become too strong
if the sun can hold out that long
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