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There you are towering above us all,
Belittling the city, infinitely tall
In times of darkness you are taken,
But at the peak of summer you glisten
So elegant and brittle you stand,
And yet such power you seem to brand
We have a adopted and admired you,
In return you've given us a view

But to die for is not the question
It is rather for whom do you take such a position?
Are you hope as a singular blade of grass?
Or are you greed as a shard of glass?
One is to be praised and the other erased,
For now though let us gaze into the sky,
And continue to ignore which and why.