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When the Fog Lifts

When the fog lifts from my mind,
And the world stands sharp and clear,
I see the love my children give,
Bright as sunlight, near and dear.

Life unfolds in gentle hues,
Moments precious, hearts sincere,
In their laughter, hope renews,
And the meaning of life appears.

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