Everyday one must die
and if you're not afraid,
you're telling a lie.
Thousands stayed,
Thousands prayed,
Thousands helped,
Thousands yelped.
For what had happened
was a terrible thing.
But on that day,
thousands got their wing.
As the wind blows,
you can softly hear them sing.
Miss them in your heart,
and that's a start.
Remember their smile,
Remember their face,
because no one can take
their place.
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