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I look up to the purple-gray sky,

                                     Sorrow fills the clouds,

     I looked way up, and started to cry,

      Because the dark and lonely shroud.



           What made the humans possibly wonder

                                              If they could build a bomb,

                   That took the lives, that killed and plundered,

                                             The cloud lasted all day long.



     I see the planes in the clouds of fear,

  As the people run, but can’t escape,

             I remember the sky; it used to be so clear,

                   But now the echo of screams, the echo of fate.



                                             Now the angels sing their psalms,

        The tale of the day of the atomic bomb.