Icarus, Icarus, I loved you my Icarus:
the fool who dared the sun.
I saw an angel, but to my despair the wings will help you run
Run from the world to the arms to the sighs to run and finally be done
But there is my Icarus, my beautiful Icarus flying right into the sun.

Now on the rocks you lie dying
As Sirens sing sweet, in your ears
But I trust that I will die crying
If you ever actually hear

Your mouth is still moving in a feverish haze
and death is still clouding your bright blue gaze
and as I bend down I hear you say, �The Sun! The Sun! The Sun!�

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