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On these dark days of August

Remember the mushroom clouds of death

To honor those passed and those still here

To mourn what was killed in all of us

To warn of our nuclear delusions

Setsuko’s eyes closed in the blinding flash

Opened to bear witness and tell the world

What it was like when she saw hell

It’s something we must never forget

And never let happen again, to anyone

Setsuko asked me to keep singing

Of flowers blooming amidst the ashes

New life springing forth from scorched earth

While she tells us her story, their story

So that we may find peace and perhaps even glory

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