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Nothing is Truly Pure
O Angel on the roof in the highest of highs
You wouldn't know if your wings cracked.
These planes go by ever so slowly
Upon each passenger viewing your state
They found themselves in many new ways.
Up in the elevator, the sun attracts the metal of a gun.
How can anyone ever say that you didn't exist?
Whenever they went by they could see you so frail.
You broke away and soared to new heights
With this you cast your shadow as it fell apart.
And it's hard to erase you from my memory.
