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No culture, no sound, no one is around Everything is lost, pictures along with trash Trophies, Mardi Gras beads, sentimental valuables Lost in a flash Yesterday, not long ago Our lives were as yours We had our problems We had our joys People lived in houses The coffee was brewing The laundry was in the wash Uptown, downtown, Lakeshore Drive No one knew That we'd just be happy to be alive Here back home is an alien land No one could believe All of us were affected Beyond what we could ever perceive We knew that it would happen Forty years to count Countdown to a nightmare A dream come true, per se Powerless Defenseless Katrina had her way