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9/11 A date that we Remember well The day our world Went straight to hell So many lives Were torn apart By a few fools Who had no hearts What has more worth Than innocence What could cause them To be so dense Yes we recall Year after year The day, the pain The woe, the tears In just moments Many lives lost Survivors find Freedom its cost In our own quest For safety we Gave up rights in Land of the free