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In the marrow of your wing caverned deep beneath its down - Lies an anchor sealed with my name and my love in which you drown - Helm above the water, seaward you aim your bow - The bedlam of your mind is what evades you now - On the foolish arm of Icaras you glide along the sea - Climbing higher and ever higher to our Migratory V... ~C V H