Haze
The fans are all spinning
And whirring and clicking
The windows are closed and
The turtles are in
The windows are closed
And the doors are closed, too;
There’s soap on the floor
‘Cause it’s hazy, not blue
The haze is quite high and
The haze is quite strong;
The haze makes my throat dry
And makes the air wrong.
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