It was a quiet morning
before the first plane hit
The sky seemed to be
more perfectly blue than ever
A golden sunrise illuminated
reflections in skyscraper windows
That warm pristine blue sky
was so clear and crystal clean
It soon stood out in stark contrast
to a deathly cloud of black smoke
And we were all left to wonder why
so many spirits had to die under a beautiful blue sky
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