In the Annex I’m walking
Moving and not docking
Row upon row a Victorian home
With cars lined just like a comb.
As I stroll here Bro
I see the status is “pro“
Got it made for sure
They are far from poor.
Wish I could meet them
The ladies, the gentlemen
They are very much nestled
With maya they’ve wrestled.
Want to give a higher taste
Joy is truly above the waist
Or do they care to dance?
In a different circumstance.
The dancing avatar has come
Bengal is where He’s from
Telling us we’re spirit
Good, because the virus, we fear it.
I wish I could reach them
These ladies, these gentlemen
I assume that they’ve dozed
For their doors are all closed.
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