It was newborn and ten feet tall,
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but they called it little boy,
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and C7, H5, O6, N3 they called him T-N-T.
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The fireball would dim the sun,
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promising death in its cruelest form.
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Hiroshima Mon Amour
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as we beg to be forgiven do you spit
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in our face and curse us all.
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The fireball that shamed the sun
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burning shadows on the ground,
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as the rain falls to dry the land,
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leaving a desert for the thirsty man.
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They all said it would end the war
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and we thanked Christ for the bomb,
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and the priests and witches all agreed
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they should die to keep them free.
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The fireball that shamed the sun
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burning shadows on the ground,
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as the rain falls to dry the land,
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leaving a desert for the thirsty man.
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Hiroshima
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Hiroshima Mon Amour
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