The mist descends around.
From London town the lies abound,
Through foggy tales, a mist descends.
The mist evaporates slowly,
The mist diffuses sound.
From London town the rockets drown
The cries from history's futile dissent.
As mist descends on Syria,
The mist descends around.
The mist descends on times gone by,
Through mist our hindsight rarely found.
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