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Now the sun is sinking low...Children playin' know it's time to go
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Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
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All that is left of Pleasant Valley is destroyed buildings & the remains of a twisted wheelchair. No signs of life can be found. It is as though the cartoonist lost his sense of humor. They all died.
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