wax wings on mine fearful flier unalarmed in gravity's charm and starter motors hum ballads of ballasts am i reaching? wax wins i surrender and this makeshift design will ground me and without the air's arms around me i'll surrender the sky to your dumb machine wax wings prepare for takeoff with the engine beneath the ribs and the wind sings ballads of balance can you hear me? wax wins i surrender and i know that icarus loves me and there are no stars above me i melt into the sun
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