A beautiful day in a most beautiful place
Little children play as the river flows
and a lovely blue sky smiles to see
as sky admires her beautiful reflection
little does blue sky know of pure evil
and soon her tears will fall so black
O' evil rides across her distant horizon
an atrocious evil fast coming to destroy
all the children, the river and blue sky
knowing such evil exists in this world
and knowing what evil has done in 1945
tears are falling, I tear my clothes
I wrap myself in sackcloth, I lay on ashes
as my heart cries endless tears of sorrow
I mourn the children, river and blue sky
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