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5/7/2020
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Everyone's dying.
What's the use of trying?
Even the leaders are lying.
If they're not dying too.
Maybe I should be crying.
But I'm not yet over the sighing.
Nobody tries complying.
Because they're all busy whining too.
One day it might all be over.
One day it might all be done.
One day we'll be considered happy.
Too burnt out under the late afternoon sun.
When that day comes let's sing and dance.
Not so much anymore the social distance.
Come on everyone!
Let's give each other a chance.
Or at least we can start by trying.
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