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The sun shone on A groping world (The aged bird with broken wings) The moonlight lit the aged world (The groping bird with broken wings) The mushroom cloud enshrouds The world . . . (The aged, groping. broken world) The woman rushes to her shelter As does the City gent, The shrunken shrapnel pelts her And the shelter's overbent. And darkness hid the sun (And darkness hid my sun) It was a lonely world, After the bomb drop . . . Lonely and still . . . "join me in a mushroom?" "sorry, must rush . . . thanks very though . . . " Snuff out the candle Switch out the light The glowing red bodies will light up the night I think . . . "about 5,000,000,000,000 dead" I hear an anguished scream and think . . . "5,000,000,000,001" The Sun Refused to Shine And in darkness is enshrined. |
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