But no baby is here, only
Corona is keeping an eyes.
Where to go? How to stay?
To whom to talk?
All roads blocked.
Air is full of Corona,
Fire is full of Corona,
Each one is like Corona,
With whom you stay
No one is there to say.
Visible or invisible,
Please come
And do something
For good for truth.
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