They named you for an angel:
The Icarus of Music and you flew highest
But you didn't see the turbulence coming down
And Daedalus was unforgivable
For the weight.
You were shot from the sky, a white bird
Hit the ground and a house was built 'round you
Peter Pan's Labyrinth, and we all entered.
Running blindly after, calling;
You weren't ours to catch.














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