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Who would have thought, a year of mayhem wrought
With silent menace hanging in the air
No dropping hats where welcoming’s consort
Empty avenues full of nothing but to stare
Each tomorrow was another bad news day
Hopeful longing for good times to return
We then resigned it was the only way
To wait to be released from our concern
We need not crave those far-off prospects
Where crowds converge in cordial vein
For a while we’ll live in lesser times
Till days when carefree choices come again
May we never forget how much we owe
Those frontline heroes who took a mighty blow
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