Notes
Do I, then, belong to the heavens?
Why, if not so, should the heavens
Fix me thus with their ceaseless blue stare,
Luring me on, and my mind, higher
Ever higher, up into the sky,
Drawing me ceaselessly up
To heights far, far above the human?
A mix for the fearless flight, a reminder to never regret the fall, for the greatest tragedy of them all is to never feel the burning light.
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