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Where, through all this, is love?
It is still here,
In the forms it has always taken,
Families eating together,
Friends embracing,
Gifts given for the pleasure of giving,
We still forgive,
Converse,
And fall in love,
These moments,
Are as precious as they will ever be,
And as pure as they have ever been,
And they are still infectious,
As infectious as violence and hatred,
If only they can find unarmored hearts,
In which to catch hold.