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your flickering touch
and cooling brush
the sighing hush
and splendid lush.
such delightful sights
you many celestial lights
A day of joy was for all
From the past days of toils
A happy day it was for him
Seeing her and shake handsin fear
Joy others had
Parading parades with screams
being last i do not mind
but being the last is hard to find
i outlasted my family
some friends as well
i hope they're okay
theres no way to tell
i wish them the best
in all that they do