The clouds flee
the dew hides
the sun reigns
Not a scratch in the sky
Like a voiceless bird
Will you offer praise?
Wait, there is a haziness,
A thin false disguise
A fire burns in a forest somewhere
The clouds flee
the dew hides
the sun reigns
Not a scratch in the sky
Like a voiceless bird
Will you offer praise?
Wait, there is a haziness,
A thin false disguise
A fire burns in a forest somewhere
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