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| The country stands in silence, Grief, heavy on the air. Slowly looking out, To where Evil makes it's lair. |
| Eyes grew wide in disbelief, As we saw the planes go down, And many people lost thier lives, In a rain of dust and concrete they drowned. |
| But out of the wreckage, We'll rise again, Standing proud and tall. For we are America my friends, The freest land of all. |
| Others may try to throw us down, But rise again we shall. United we stand against these Evil forces, whom are seeking our demise. And we'll show them who is boss, One missile at a time. |
| So stand tall for your country folks, Man, Woman, and Child, For we are America my friend, And that should make you smile. |
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| Painting is copyright Tom Sierak and is used with his permission by Moon and Back Graphics to construct this set. |
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