Aromatic fragrance is floating in the air,
The glory of cheerfulness with Soft feelings Wakes me up.
A sensational touch of being mesmerized,
Earnestly requesting not to hinder me from Isolation.
Everywhere is the dominance of falsehood.
It's really a hard row to hoe.
I need help owing to hopless.
It's bids fair a clear ruminations such being the case,
I need power to grapple with the coming difficulties for this gross injustice.
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