| Hail the blest atomic morn
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| Unto the earth a bomb is born
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| The pebble bed reactor core
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| Up to the sky ascends.
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| Hail the blest atomic sea,
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| Its mouth in Oak Ridge, Tennessee
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| Whose lips untouched with blasphemy
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| Our glowing eyes attend
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| Bishops wrapped in Bedford cloth
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| Said pride would cast our victories off,
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| The Deep Blue to our Kasparov
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| Our moral thoughts impart.
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| Time will fill the rubbish yard
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| fill the hospitals, fill the graveyards
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| But neither time nor I can hold your 1985 Chernobyl heart.
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| Brightest and best
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| Are the children of the morning.
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| Dawn on our darkness
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| And lend us thine aid
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| In unmysterious ways
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| We re-enacted closet plays
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| From charming, Magic Lantern days
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| For the android whales below
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| You’d be cast as the Nazarene
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| In the unrepenting desert scene
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| Near to me, your Mary Magdalene,
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| Our Lady of the Snow,
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| Brightest and best
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| Are the children of the morning.
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| Dawn on our darkness
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| And lend us thine aid
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| Star of the west horizon deforming,
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| Come dawn in our darkness.
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| Lend us thine aid
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| Guide where our infant redeemer is laid
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| Guide where our infant redeemer is laid |