Icarus Dream 
								  by Scott Grimando
								My Wings Are Made of Paper 
								  And I Rush Headlong To the Sun 
								  I Sought the Dream of Icarus 
								  Am I the Only Reckless One
								To Dream of Freedom 
								  And Break These Earthy Bounds 
								  To Fly on Wings of Fancy 
								  My Plans To Go Undone
								The Fatal Flaw In Simple Plans 
								  Of Restless Dreamers Eager Hands 
								  Is That Wings of Paper Burn 
								  When They Come to Close To the Sun
								The Shame of Those That Fear To Fly 
								  Is That They'll Never Know 
								  How the Wind Feels In Their Hair 
								  Because They Were To Affraid To Die
								 
							
						
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