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Icaros, I dare you. |
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For I possess the wings of faith. |
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Though, heavy on my shoulders. |
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No measurement can prove their weight. |
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Still, a burden are they not to me. |
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I am the challenger of gravity. |
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The fear is not the fate I seek. |
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My destiny will build upon, the mighty turbulence beyond. |
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If I fall I will rise again |
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Some of envy, some of fear. |
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Asmonish by the graves of those who fell. |
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Praise the fool that pure of heart. |
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Leaps off your finger, into grace. |
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Icaros, your voice once melted, |
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Into the choir of the fallen ones. I have heard, |
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I have seen, the purity of their song. |
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Icaros. Your fate embrace. A manifold of angels. |
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I summon thee from shattered graves, and call upon the wind. |
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Recieve my bow of reverence. |
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Then spread your wings, and fly into oblivion. |
