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Swiftly, the early wind got up and struck The bells of undisguised destitution The same vicious wind blew, The dust of reality in our faces The once loyal air betrayed Withholding an unseen foe And similar to a witch's malice The spell of a virus held our time still Like hungry birds, we all began to eat From the feast of negative thoughts Twinkle! Our faraway audience witnessed Giving signs of good times to come But our heaven seemed to be soaked in irony For some recovered not, so went In their graves in total isolation Blue devils began to dwell in hearts Knowing loved ones were not to return What shall sleep these hearts to tranquility? If only the whisper of this sudden breeze Would be granted a free field to appease And like ice will liberally freeze The defining powers of this disease Just so this ugly reality can squeeze Out of our sphere and bring about ease Once more, in our sandals of hope Our weary feet will stand firm and tall Again, the trees and wind will sing, Nothing but ecstasy in lyrics of joy And in our tired minds we will hear These bells of destitution jingle away