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Icarus

Icarus flew to close to the sun and burnt his wing,
of his folly we still sing.
His Achilles' heel was the intense heat,
which is why he faced defeat.
Plummeting down from the great blue sky,
hitting Mother Earth with a cry.
I'd suggest next time you take the plane,
flying yourself seems a bit insane.
Anyone knows wings of wax would melt in the sun,
Is flying really that much fun?
So fun that you would risk crashing to your death,
Wouldn't it be better to die of old age in bed?




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Publicerad 2013-01-02 00:36



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