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what is purity but the breath we breathe upon words
the sensations that trickle through our being
and glow warmly within
the air that caresses and unfeelingly lights our being
what is purity but thought that brings awe
that abandon that comes from sinking in bliss
and not once caring if the heart will beat once more
purity is silence so perfect that perfection would mar its very sense
the countless colours that burst upon the darkness
and live only in our dreams
the art that is understood by all and none
and music sweet music that even if it lessened the soul it still would tempt the ear to listen
the light that sparkles in a newborn child that surpasses all brilliance and that returns to the babes of age
what is purity but the breath we breath upon our last
without fear