Oppenheimer, this is the bright hand of the god Atom this is the bright hand of love thy fellow man or not living a generation of fear.
Dear Dr. Oppenheimer please take this hand.

Oppenheimer, this is the bright hand of the god Atom this is the bright hand of love thy fellow man or not living a generation of fear. Dear Dr. Oppenheimer please take this hand.

one hundred twenty five
one hundred twenty five

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