One note sounds like a light ray
One note sounds like a new day
One note holds all the others, millions of colors
So one note is best
The last war finally ended with a huge explosion in Japan
Some of the liberated prisoners of war from Burma
Brought home souvenirs, like shamisen
Little banjos with lizard skin resonators
That terrible bond, all those perfect Japanese gardens
Timber houses with paper walls
Consumed in the monumental roar of darkness
All those one stringed musical instruments burning black
Those delicate single notes bended
But there is peace there of course
In the end all those in pain died quietly
In the gentle arms of the shadow
And as ever the sun rises
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