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Gone

Let’s write for earth
Let’s make a big haste
Sun’s descending on us
Vanity calling thus.

The world will heal
Amidst tribulations, we feel
Shots, wounds, agony, let’s shield
Our race of the bizzare ill

There’s hope anew, in space
New world without mask on face
Pile of hope, on his grace
Journey of old, all brace

Hold on, little one
The globe is weak, it’s down
Covid-19 panic has won,
Not yet. Once upon
Races aren’t gone

Miracles of new hope emerges
Faith glued us alope
In slope, mountain and planets
Myths of our land, favor us while we cope.

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