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Under the old oak tree,
My love said she would return,
But only for one occasion:
When the world begins to burn.

As I wait for the bombs to fall,
I make only one call,
To my love, my only friend,
Hoping this will not be my end.

When the flash is seen,
And the boom is heard.
I only now realize,
She will not return.

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