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Covid-19
The silence of spring on a sullen wind,
Is a plague on the mind of forgotten hymns.
They told us a lie, we could never win.
In a war where the demons are gathering.
Isolated souls, social distancing.
Coughing up a lung in the silent spring.
Is a plague on the mind of forgotten hymns.
They told us a lie, we could never win.
In a war where the demons are gathering.
Isolated souls, social distancing.
Coughing up a lung in the silent spring.
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