Twin Towers

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Leaves swirling,
Trees dancing,
Wind blowing.
 
Red is the blood of our country's martyrs,
Orange are the clouds of the setting sun,
Yellow is the light of a new day starting.
 
Leaves fall, following the sun,
Trees bend to dig gloomy graves,
The wind ushers on the cold of a new day.
 
The towers collapse into rubble,
The leaves crumble into dust,
But the trees will learn to live again.

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