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The death of the Taurus |
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Has brought us here |
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Minos has taken revenge |
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We fear to die in exile but I know |
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There is still a chance for us |
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To go above the sea, my son, |
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Don't touch the waves, |
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Don't near the sun |
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Watch out! |
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Hear my words: |
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Follow the clouds! |
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But in his days of levity |
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The boy is not aware at all |
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Father, save me your words |
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Come, let us fly |
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Like birds and Take me higher |
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On wings we are leaving |
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On wings we arise |
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Shore so dire |
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I'm longing for freedom |
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The price for it will soon be payed |
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So the tragic is foretold |
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The wax will melt |
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Beneath the burning sun |
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My invention, is it safe? |
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Nature can't be replicated! |
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The claws of wind, |
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At once they reap |
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The young man falls into the sea |
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My fault! It's too late but now I see |
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The blaze in the sky |
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Would have posed no threat |
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If we had chosen the night instead |
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Take me higher |
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On wings we are leaving |
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On wings we arise |
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Shore so dire |
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I'm longing for freedom |
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The price for it will soon be payed |
