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With a faint hint,
the fog gets thicker.
And with every second,
Dr. Jekyll gets sicker.
The lanterns float in the street,
with an astonishing glow.
Thoughts and memories fade,
thoughts from long ago.
With a change in the wind,
the sense of all direction.
The situation changes,
along with all protection.
With his hands, his face covered,
waking a sense of doom.
Behind his muffled hands,
a scarred face of gloom.
But even in all times,
when one is feeling blue.
The fog fades away,
and the light shines through.
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