Young Icarus, with wings so dope,
Escaped the past, cut free the rope.
He soared to skies where dreams elope,
To chase a future, vast in scope.
Though fate unknown, he dared to cope,
For in his heart, the sky was hope.
Brave Icarus, with wings to fly,
He knew the risk, the chance to die.
With hope as guide, he pondered why,
The future's call, the stakes so high.
A leap of faith, to touch the sky,
And fall to earth, a final sigh.
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