19
¶ 1
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Hard to believe nineteen have past
Since 96 were with us last
I sat at home that Saturday
Watching Pool & Forest play
Unaware of such catastrophe
That unfolded at six after three
¶ 2
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Every time I pass the shrine
A shiver runs right down my spine
I bless myself and say a prayer
That they are safely in Gods care
The names, they all tell their own tale
That justice will one day prevail
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