ICARUS
He's invincible, isn't he?
With those dazzling wings
his papa bought for him
Paved the way with his bare hands
for that boy
Icarus soars
All thanks to dad
All thanks to the money
But money isn't forever.
Soaring high to make it rain
Burning through it like that
You might just fall
Won't you
Icarus?
You're not so invincible.
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