before sun open, open her eyes
i am walking my street not far
from my garden where i grow
onions, day when we lock down
it's so quiet today am alone
wondering when this will end
every time i turn on my computer
i have the sense of happiness
hope that they have found cure
lately i see protest, disturbance
i keep my fingers cross we survive
this time we have to be together
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