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  For the men who cried and died on 9-ll, whose son was only seven, The planes that crashed and burst into flames, Oh how it was such a shame,
The two towers stood like Gemini’s, As the two planes fell from the skies, Documents began to rain, While people cried in their pain.   People scream, yell, and stare,
Imagine yourself. Being trapped in the, Twin Towers. Knowing you're going to die. And you have one decision to make, either to suffocate, from the smoke, or jump to a fast,
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