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especially in such troubled times, how
           dare

           we make a mockery of despair and
           isolation?

           Loneliness isn't even a word in our
           vocabulary.

           But the mood shifts, as the chirping
           desists...

           I find myself being nagged by a
           buzzing sound.

           A solitary mosquito is ransacking my
           slumber.

           It pulls me from my reverie, I awaken
           to find

           myself quite all alone, without you by
           my side.


           Paradoxically, even the mosquito
           disappeared.

           But, as my eyes adjust to the
           lightness of day,


           I'm blessed with the most magnificent
           sunrise.


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