A Soldier And Corona Virus
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Do not look at my white hair,
Do not look at my arm chair,
Look into my deep eyes,
Past preserved in the skies,
Start it from beginning a sweet eclair,
Do not mind dear how I walk,
Do not mind dear how I talk,
If could have seen in the cavalry,
My chivalry and my bravery,
Never slept hungry being a hunter hawk,
Can still hunt if I see the enemy,
But this coward corona I cannot see,
If gun fails in romance,
Could've asked for a dance,
The devil's neither he nor a she!
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