There were Hot-Air Balloons of Love!
They floated over The Big Apple!
They made her happy!
They gave her peace!
She now rose above the breakdown of The World Trade Center!
She had been consumed through the dark smoke and ashes!
That was before these balloons uncovered a delicious season!
There were the memories of lingering innocence still remembered!
When The Big Apple saw these balloons,
she found that nothing would ever interfere with true peace!
And the moon and stars wouldn't crash again anytime soon!
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