The past is over
Lost or buried in and textbooks
Just an illusion
Give peace, O Lord! in our days, Hallelujah
As voices carry over sea and land
Sounding alarms that horrify
This virus is at our command
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Fear and hate swirling like sand
Festering loathing in every mind’s eye
As voices carry over sea and land
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And, when you are offered hate’s slight of hand
Yes, you have suffered, and so have I …
This virus is at our command
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If you still need to make a stand
Lift your prayer of peace on high
As voices carry over sea and land
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Forgive and let peace be your lampstand
Breathe and let bygones pass as sighs
This virus is at our command
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Spread and sown from hand to hand
Then you will see the lies that vilify
As voices carry over sea and land
This virus is at our command
A new beginning
It is too late to catch up
Cha Cha Cha Changes
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Summers sleepy nights
As crickets sing me to sleep
And stars light my dreams
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