Ikaros 2009
Wings of paper and of sticks
Pulling off those child hood tricks
Teach your brother so he can fly
Excitement make you both so high
You were seven and he was six
But broken things we can't always fix
Those wings of paper could not fly
Alas you watched your brother die
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