My Lit-up
Do not get upset, please
Be happy. Nothing worth
The flower at cool breeze
Smiles all over the month
Nobody, now, lives alone
Everywhere, worldwide.
Together, night and noon
Maybe more, by your side
When you're able to help
Don't feel upset to do
God bless you my lit-up
I'm the one, who needs you
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