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It was a beautiful fall day
With a blue azure sky
fluffy
clouds lazing by
That was before eight fifty one
Before it was time to cry
September eleventh, a quiet morning
nothing yet known
of the horror
that was soon to be dawning
Or the grief that was coming
A voice on the phone
Saying to turn on the news
Something
is wrong is why
It was eight fifty one
It was time to cry
So many lives that day were lost
We most dearly paid the
cost
It will be many more years
Before we can dry all the tears
Take me back, can it be done
Change the clock back before
Before
eight fifty one
Before it was time to cry | 
