I can sing no longer jolly praises, nor accompany a harp with myself, Until the cursed tide shall soon recess. Unable to stand in front...

As the white slowly drizzles across the bed, So sorrow and anguish bound over the heads. O year two thousand twenty you have been cruel,...

An embrace embodied the song, A quietness that stilled the soul. Grim faces stared all the way long, Another encased in that hole. So are...

An ambience of normalcy dominated the translucent sky Released a fathomless blissful sigh Streets were satiated with laughter Smiling...