TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN
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> Two thousand one, nine eleven
> Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
> As they pass through the gate,
> Thousands more appear in wait
> A bearded man with stovepipe hat
> Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
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> They settle down in seats of clouds
> A man named Martin shouts out proud
> "I have a dream!" and once he did
> The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
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> Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
> Others in khaki, and green then say
> "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
> The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
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> From a man on sticks one could hear
> "The only thing we have to fear.
> The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
> trust us sir, we've passed that test."
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> "Courage doesn't hide in caves
> You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
> The Newcomers had heard this voice before
> A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
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> A silence fell within the mist
> Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
> Meant time had come for her to say
> What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
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> "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
> Watched our children play in sports
> Worked our gardens, sang our songs
> Went to church and clipped coupons
> We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
> Unlike you, great we're not"
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> The tall man in the stovepipe hat
> Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
> Look at your country, look and see
> You died for freedom, just like me"
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> Then, before them all appeared a scene
> Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
> Death, destruction, smoke and dust
> And people working just 'cause they must
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> Hauling ash, lifting stones,
> Knee deep in hell, but not alone
> "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
> Side by side helping their fellow man!"
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> So said Martin, as he watched the scene
> "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
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> Down below three firemen raised
> The colors high into ashen haze
> The soldiers above had seen it before
> On Iwo Jima back in '44
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> The man on sticks studied everything closely
> Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
> "I see pain, I see tears,
> I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
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> "You left behind husbands and wives
> Daughters and sons and so many lives
> are suffering now because of this wrong
> But look very closely. You're not really gone.
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> All of those people, even those who've never met you
> All of their lives, they'll never forget you
> Don't you see what has happened?
> Don't you see what you've done?
> You've brought them together, together as one.
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> With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
> "Take my hand," and from there he led
> five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
> On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
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