| The sun is burning in the sky,
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| Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by.
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| In the park the dreamy bees
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| Are droning in the flowers among the trees
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| And the sun burns in the sky.
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| Now the sun is in the west,
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| Little babes lie down to take their rest,
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| And the couples in the park
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| Are holding hands and waiting for the dark
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| And the sun is in the west.
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| Now the sun is sinking low,
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| Children playing know it’s time to go.
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| High above a spot appears
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| A little blossom blooms and then draws near
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| And the sun is sinking low.
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| Now the sun has come to earth
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| Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death.
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| Death comes in a blinding flash
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| Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
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| And the sun has come to earth.
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| Now the sun has disappeared
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| All that’s left is darkness, pain and fear.
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| Twisted sightless wrecks of men
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| Go crawling on their knees and cry in pain
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| And the sun has disappeared. |