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A mist like fog in the air that surrounds me Whispers around that you cannot hear All that's done shall be beared What's left undone, shall be repaired. Although I can't see your face You're calling out my name How long I have waited And I can't even see your face But you're calling out my name If it's really you then tell me Why do you feel this way A something or someone from beyond Telling me my days are up A mist like fog in the air surrounds Whispers around that I cannot hear It's left undone And it can't be repaired. A day I won't have to face as good as dead and burried |