Two great towers in a beautiful city.
Standing tall and o so pretty.
Never to think they would go bye, bye, and bye.
Until the day, September 11 also named 9/11.
The tow great towers went down to the ground.
One at a time, minutes apart, and the towers collapsed and all was lost.
The tragedy affected the whole U.S.
And even parts of the other lands.
Now still today were fighting for it all.
Hoping one day we will end terrorism for all.
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