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As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We becaome one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became on soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people. We are One Color One Class One Generation One Gender

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THE POWER OF ONE by: Janet Hoeft One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are The Power of One. We are United.  We are America This candle was lit on the 11th of September 2001.  Please pass it on to your friends and family so that it may shine across America. "A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle."