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Saturday, December 5, 2020
Icarus was a star that almost touched another star
flying too close to the sun
he was a dreamer, as am I
he dreamt too loudly, shown too bright
but he lived
he had a dream and molded wax until
it came true
before he died, he lived
as he dreamed, so do I
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