Quarantined
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Oh when I look out my window, I nearly cry.
For all the wonders of spring are blanketed by this gloomy vibe.
Ah even the birds stop singing and the grass refuses to dance to the lonely winds, making the wind even lonelier and so the wind sings songs of misery cause no garments are dancing and no kites are flying and no one's playing pretend.
And so I say
"All ye people of the world, ye mun not lose hope for better times are coming.
Perhaps your folks are driving you bonkers or for once in thy life the television is boring. I repeat, ye mun not lose hope 'cause hope is what shall get us through this pandemic."
Ciel
