I wander through the wet foliage
The forest is shrouded in fog and damp
The autumn cold chills the darkness.
Somewhere in the West, a fire is raging
And the thick smoke is like a fog,
But it's a breathe to heat
And there's no time for rest.
I wander through the wet foliage...
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