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your flickering touch and cooling brush   the sighing hush and splendid lush.   such delightful sights you many celestial lights
A day of joy was for all From the past days of toils   A happy day it was for him Seeing her and shake handsin fear   Joy others had Parading parades with screams  
being last i do not mind but being the last is hard to find i outlasted my family some friends as well i hope they're okay theres no way to tell i wish them the best in all that they do
in a daze in a haze to sleep or to stay awake
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