Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time
From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky
Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below
Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows
Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive
As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky
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I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…