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Fly High, Fly True.

Broken wings bound with wax
Dreaming of flight, cannot relax

The sun, it shines so brightly
But beneath the waves roll mightily

Feet on the stone so cold
A final breath before a jump so bold

Wind whips and catches
And lifts to heights unknown

Dreams sometimes take control
No thought of life, only glory

Too close, too close
The wax is melted

The hopes fall and smash
The boys falls to death

Icarus, poor soul
Father, Poor wretch.

Damned, and saved
Dead, and alone.