Fog

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The morning fog rolls quickly, As it covers thickly The dampened grass so tickly on the feet. The fog with grasping fingers On a hilltop lingers, And covers a lonely figure standing there. The morning fog is lifting, And through it light is sifting, And drops of dew are glistening in the sun.

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