Fear prevails, The pretty language of silence prevails, Pains and sufferings prevail, Long nights of sufferings and headaches prevail, Life is so hard and difficult, The moon is sad, The sun will rise sadly, The curfew goes on, People come and go, Love is missing, The pretty sea's waves come and go shyly, All stars twinkle like Ramadan's lanterns, All mouths are shut up, The dead watch us carefully, We look like aliens, The flying saucers are missing, We look like green frogs, Some look like turtles, The little kids keep crying, Mothers are staying up all night's long, All televisions on by day and by night, Everyone looks like a dwarf, Dark clouds are passing over our heads slowly, We're like in a fairyland or a dreamland, Poetry is not recited anymore, Daytime is hard to resist, and All goes on.
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