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Sympathy for Icarus
Who only wanted to feel
The warmth of the Sun
It wasn’t
Blind ambition
That urged him higher
But love
It’s so cold to fly
The middle path
Is it any wonder
We hold on
To a little warmth?
Let my wings and I
Be burned entire
I submit myself
To fall for that