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Hiroshima

Flower Travelling Band

Once upon a summer day
In their midst, a mushroom grew
They never saw
They never, never knew

They're walking on the street
Making shadows on the wall
They're sitting on the steps
Melting into stone

Children of the mushroom

Aren't we all, aren't we all






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