Icarus! Free we are today,
we fly for the mainland nigh.
Our only song is the wind in our hair,
we are free! I cannot be more happy.
Stay close, dear son, let us be away from this place,
it's the right thing to do. Or
have I led you astray? Did I do the right thing?
Nevermind, my son, fly on.
My guidance has gone rotten, my words ring false,
I've brought you to your own ruin!
I am sorry, do you hear? I am sorry!
I tried my best, I promise you that,
but my best ended me up in a tower,
and now it has taken my son.
Your blood on my hands is all I have to remind myself that I was wrong.
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