It is yesterday no more
Say goodbye to all its sorrows.
Let memory fly away
Disappear into the aether.
For dust it was and to dust
It will return, if you let it.
The darkest hour has now passed
The shadow is slowly fading.
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Made of sticks and stones 
The plague is receding
Science has won the day
No longer need to cower
Just a few more months in hiding
Then life can begin anew
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