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  If now a wish was to be made,
  Death to the dictator,
  To the corner,
  Ceasing wishing upon others,
  For now if it has to be as is,
  Pointless remains raising the flag,
  Of memories past and present,
  Things came undone,
  Cannot wish for the sun,
  For the sun is dead,
  But the least to wish for now,
  Is a comfortable cold.
  
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