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The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on doors
Carried by a brazen wind
Feverish does the willow tree sway
A plague of darkness rules the streets Undressing entire cities into sheep
Hiding from the hips of ghosts
Planted by a distant ship
#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on doors
Carried by a brazen wind
Feverish does the willow tree sway
A plague of darkness rules the streets Undressing entire cities into sheep
Hiding from the hips of ghosts
Planted by a distant ship
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