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A birthday to some
A death day to many
The plane flew straight
Through the towers

The fire blazes
Licking the sky
With its burning tongue
Painting it
With smoke and ash
As the mighty buildings burn

A whisper of breath
Was all that was heard
As the dust settled
Encasing the ground
In a layer of rubble and ash.

The streets were lined
With people, so many
As they waited in silent horror
To see if any loved ones survived
Only to be disappointed.

There were no survivors that day
Almost nine years ago
But their memory lingers on
In the hearts of those
Who lost loved ones
And in the history of America
Forever.



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