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The sun gold and radiant,                                                 The boy                                 shy and ambitious, the warmth that shone brightly, grew weary as man took flight                                               the tower,                              an illusioned prison,     held onto the yearning soul tightly the god that loved mighty, the echoing of the lover silenced                                                   the lover                                   a tragedy himself,                 calling out to the gold fiend, the fiend that mourned nightly, the golden star shined not bright                                               the tragedy                                    lost beneath blue,          mourning the fiend and himself
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Icarus
The sun gold and radiant,                                                 The boy                                 shy and ambitious, the warmth that shone brightly, grew weary as man took flight                                               the tower,                              an illusioned prison,     held onto the yearning soul tightly the god that loved mighty, the echoing of the lover silenced                                                   the lover                                   a tragedy himself,                 calling out to the gold fiend, the fiend that mourned nightly, the golden star shined not bright                                               the tragedy                                    lost beneath blue,          mourning the fiend and himself
decembre 2018 who’s the real tragedy?
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
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