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Once when I looked up at the sky
Where in my world of dreams the sun set in Osaka,
The fires of the Tempo era burned
In indignation, flared up and died
I thought of Oshio
Behold the sun shining brightly!
Sinking below the mountain gleaming,
When the flames of ideology burn
He will die with ideology.
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