Thought the lake reaches out
Far, so far into the distance
That the farthest shore
Cannot be seen.
The fog, thick and roiling
Lays cotton candy sticky
Covering the horizon
Hiding the morning.
Far, so far into the distance
That the farthest shore
Cannot be seen.
The fog, thick and roiling
Lays cotton candy sticky
Covering the horizon
Hiding the morning.
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