Continuing on the 911 theme....
In the distance,
Somewhere far away,
A trumpet was heard,
And a Broken Hearted Melody
Played innocently in the wind,
And dust was reformed -
In a place we imagine
But do not know.
By hands we feel,
But can not see.
And Lada Gaga sang
Into the mirror,
On the Edge of Glory,
For everyone else.
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