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And of the dead like sad notes of your muse!
But the wild waves came over Fukushima.
Features,
Pictures,
Thick darkness and swadding band!
And like the wilderness unihabited.
Maple, ample, map, male, pale, meal, peal, leap, pea, am palm!
Do not desire the night for it is full of troubles;
And many of the dead are still unaccounted for in Fukushima.
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