"22 March"
All roads are clear and vacuum
Still striding over painfully
So much tranquil never seen
Buses stopped
Trains lifted
There is nothing to annoy the natural sound
All brains are oddly blank
A halcyon comes piercing us.
All roads are clear and vacuum
Still striding over painfully
So much tranquil never seen
Buses stopped
Trains lifted
There is nothing to annoy the natural sound
All brains are oddly blank
A halcyon comes piercing us.
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