When you say what is art?
Do you say a window washer
They did on State Street
He did make the windows look neat
But alcoholism is a disease
That some people can never get free
But the story is told
How his mom sent him a card
You never know
If angels are stars
He died in the cold
But God was circled on the card
Maybe there is a window washer in heaven
Where it is always warm for a homeless person
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