A dark fog swirls around my bed
As I lie in it made of lead
If through this fog I can survive
One day again I'll be alive
But now I lie here oh so still
And dream of when I was not ill
The world is there just out of sight
Oh when did I last see its light?
And as the world continually
Moves on does it remember me?
While with this fog I still contend
I cannot seem to see the end
When I will join the world once more
Tho' not quite as I was before.
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