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Wake Up Call

When the fog lifts
you see again
how the trees glisten
as if filled with light
Light, thick and sweet,
pours itself all over this world
World grows clearer
and more delicious
with every passing
Once you can see,
you can hear it
This world that has been
calling your name
over and over
beckons again.

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